Just Fancy Them To really stay split between The two sentiments. To almost Completely have gone to the far end To not spill darkness over the horizon Of mind. To in this manner treat His only partner. To heavily knock before Attempting to enter God’s side door To totally ignore the rules & conventions To boldly go when no woman Has gone before. To nobly Maintain a low profile With tyrannic pride To surely & steadily go along. To deeply Penetrate 1 into 0. To ever yang with yin Neutralization High mInd + Low point Of Happiness Yields Wisdom (or the salt of Earth), & Water under a bridge Or Hardships of life Plus Reflections upon experiences Leads to Art (?) & fragments of Feeling Pre-Positioning Among the petals ready to wake up Beneath the mid-autumn moon Circa 50 BC. Down a rugged trail Except when He needed a pen to write From hilltop to hilltop. In an alphabetic List where neither g nor h can be Found. Like j and k. Minus all masks & Clothing. Near the end of twilight. On the day When frogs had just lost their voices Per sight. Qua art. Re: immigration to Asgardia. Since the breaking up of the soil Than the relationship between two snow geese Under the lowest cloud. Via Styx Within the absence of x, y & z Two Saying Sonnets on Shadow 1/ Sub-Selfhood Each self of yours Is nothing(ness) But a shadow. Depending on Whether there’s sunshine, or Where the sun hangs Above the landscape, your shadow Keeps changing itself Within a shapeless shape Sometimes shorter, other times longer Always moving around your proto being Bloated against light Under the sun, the moon, or A lamp deep in the valley Of darkness surging towards dawn 2/ Cast by a Light Hiding in a shadow You cannot complain Against the unfairness, or Injustice of the sunlight On a clear day Thoughts are the shadows Of our feelings – always Darker Emptier And simpler So, keep your face Ever Towards the sun, and Shadow Will fall behind you Sonnet Starters: a Found Sonnet When I have fears I may cease to be Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? I met a traveller from an antique land Death, be not proud, though some have allowed thee How do I love thee: Let me count the ways Let me not to the marriage of two minds When I consider how my light is spent Remember me when I am gone away I have been one acquainted with the night Sundays too my father got up early Earth has not anything to show more fair Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind Do not stand at my grave and weep Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include ten Pushcart nominations, the Naji Naaman's Literary Prize 2018, Best of the Best Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline, Threepenny Review and 1,449 others worldwide. yuan changming @ Poetry Pacific https://poetrypacific.blogspot.ca https://happyyangsheng.blogspot.ca Lotus Image & License: Depositphotos_32738103_s-2015 |
Copyright © 1998 - 2024 Mystic Living Today All rights, including copyright, in the content of these Mystic Living Today web pages are owned or controlled for these purposes by Planet Starz, Inc. Terms of Service Disclaimer and Legal Information For questions or comment, contact Starzcast@mysticlivingtoday.com. Reproduction of this page in any form is not allowed without permission of the author and the owner of this site. All material on this web site, including text, photographs, graphics, code and/or software, are protected by international copyright and trademark laws. Unauthorized use is not permitted. You may not modify, copy, reproduce, republish, upload, post, transmit or distribute, in any manner, the material on this web site. Unless permissions is granted. If you have any questions or problems regarding this site, please e-mail Webmaster. Web site design by: Creative Net FX |