In a small courtyard
day slips away leisurely
bread and water
daily necessities
doing the laundry
sweeping the yard
staring at a cat rolling about
gosling pecking
a curl of smoke above the fireplace
swallows hovering over the rooftop
listening to the sounds of nature
the whir of fan
street vendors
soothing songs
children riding a bicycle
banter
cattle having fun
living a life
simply.
Picturesqueness
in the scent of potpourri
the air is filled with
immense quiet
and peace
birdsong and petals
fluttering in the valley
full of cheer
a running brook
singing a song of freeness
happiness
the leisurely clouds and cranes
free as the wind
free
from the past.
Looking up at the sky
when i was little
i saw a wide azure sea
watching the sea now
i see a broad blue sky
and in the distance
there’s the present in the past
and the past in the present
everything is so peaceful
and natural.
Starry sky
sparkling
the breeze carries a fragrance
intoxicating
a little poetic
the city in the arms of the moon
static and brilliant
tall buildings
a little square
a slow dance
by a sea of lamps
is goodness and joy
the grandeur of the sky
mysterious and beautiful
the splendour of the earth
is love and peace.
The sun
moves around the rhythm of time
jumps from the top of the mountain
night comes quietly
across the field
along the courtyard
the rustling sound
from that side of the bench
piles of memories
a thousands words spilled on
the wind
the wind running
while igniting
the moon.
Rain
whispering gently in the ear
swirling in the eye
falling on the lake
swaying countless ripplets
dissolving into shrubs
rubifying petals
astounding
the whole season.
Poetry is
a flash of lightning
after the collision of two clouds
a delicate touch
that ripples in your heart
like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a lake
poetry is
a murmuring mountain stream
though lacking the magnificence of the ocean
it flows and swirls
with a refreshing clarity.
