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Again, Looking Forward in Quietude
I am biting time in darkness
I am biting darkness in time, silently
Counting the stars high above the double-
Glazed skylight of my mind, waiting
For the day to break again with just another
Happy surprise popping up on the small screen
Such as a greeting from my lost first love
An acceptance email from a magazine editor
A report about the vaccine against the virus
A green color twinkling across American markets
A quiet morning on the Indian-Pakistan
Frontline, all among other little exciting
Possibilities while
Darkness is biting me in time, &
Time biting me in darkness, silently
The Third Ear
With this gaxy ear, one can clearly hear
The gurgling passion circulating wildly
Within your veins, the whims bubbling
On the bog of her consciousness, the heart
Beat of a new black hole, the whispers
From tri-colored tulips in a secret garden
The melody of a muted peak among Rocky
Mountains, the rhythms of fresh sprouts
Shooting from the spring soil, the laughter of
A distant streamlet from glaciers, the calls of
A blue whale jumping out of the heart of
The Pacific, the songs of the autumn sunlight
Glimmering at a cloud’s edge, the chore of
A whole universe parallel to our own, yes
Indeed, in the depth of darkness, among
Fragmented silences, from pink noises
Simply beyond human hearing, I can hear
Any & all such sounds, only if I want to
Between Slices of Silence
You went there in your old age
An empty bottle on the roadside
Heard a demon & an angel, as clearly
Heard a transliterated call from a blue whale
Made on the other side of this planet a light-year ago
Like a dead star; heard a rambling murmur from between
The lines about poetry, buried deep amidst big clouded data
An echo
Agonies of aesthetics, pleasures of pain
Noises as many as songs, pink, blue, white
Applauses from the Congress to declare war
Muted thunders in the hearts of popular silences
Wailing over losses of love & the beloved, together with
All the other sounds sucked into you-r-bottle, much like the one
Monkey King borrows to hide the entire sky. What I say is, you can
Hear everything, even Nothing on the roadside, absorbing them all, like
The Secret of Sound
Music is the only artifact
That can penetrate all the darkness
Of last night to warm a human heart
Like sunlight
While its anticipatable
Rhythms resonate with our pulse
Its looming melody reaches into
The depth of our soul, massaging our
Entire innerbeing with all its tenderness
Immanence
It will set our mind in permanent peace, the idea
That the soul has plenty of afterlives after our
Bodily death, or survives our physical being
Within the shape of trouble of misery. For each
Selfhood there is a seed of anti-self that keeps
Growing until it becomes perfectly identified with
Our old selves. By the same token, each fortune is
Off-set by a misfortune; each failure, suffering
Chaos, emptiness by success, bliss, order and
Fulfillment. Just as yin keeps seeking the balance
With yang or the other way around, the opposites
Will be unified in the immanence as in permanence
Since each absence is a transitory state of presence
Why not fill our hearts with peace and harmony?
Do U Hear It?
From the heart of the Pacific
Far beyond the Pandemic
A Mobi Dick is screaming
As if to keep its throat clear
Or it would be choked to
Death with parcels of plastics
Stillness in between: for Helena Qi Hong
As night
Falls
Can day
Catch it
From the other
Side of
This world?
Meanwhile
The broken heart
Is being
Caressed by
All the fingers
Of starlight
As tender as
Illuminating
Yuan Changming started to learn the English alphabet at age nineteen and published monographs on translation before leaving China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include 12 Pushcart nominations and 13 chapbooks (most recently E.dening) besides appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-2017), BestNewPoemsOnline & Poetry Daily, among 1949 others, across 48 countries. Yuan served on the jury and was nominated for Canada’s National Magazine Awards (poetry category). Currently, Yuan is working on his first (hybrid) novel Edening.
I am biting time in darkness
I am biting darkness in time, silently
Counting the stars high above the double-
Glazed skylight of my mind, waiting
For the day to break again with just another
Happy surprise popping up on the small screen
Such as a greeting from my lost first love
An acceptance email from a magazine editor
A report about the vaccine against the virus
A green color twinkling across American markets
A quiet morning on the Indian-Pakistan
Frontline, all among other little exciting
Possibilities while
Darkness is biting me in time, &
Time biting me in darkness, silently
The Third Ear
With this gaxy ear, one can clearly hear
The gurgling passion circulating wildly
Within your veins, the whims bubbling
On the bog of her consciousness, the heart
Beat of a new black hole, the whispers
From tri-colored tulips in a secret garden
The melody of a muted peak among Rocky
Mountains, the rhythms of fresh sprouts
Shooting from the spring soil, the laughter of
A distant streamlet from glaciers, the calls of
A blue whale jumping out of the heart of
The Pacific, the songs of the autumn sunlight
Glimmering at a cloud’s edge, the chore of
A whole universe parallel to our own, yes
Indeed, in the depth of darkness, among
Fragmented silences, from pink noises
Simply beyond human hearing, I can hear
Any & all such sounds, only if I want to
Between Slices of Silence
You went there in your old age
An empty bottle on the roadside
Heard a demon & an angel, as clearly
Heard a transliterated call from a blue whale
Made on the other side of this planet a light-year ago
Like a dead star; heard a rambling murmur from between
The lines about poetry, buried deep amidst big clouded data
An echo
Agonies of aesthetics, pleasures of pain
Noises as many as songs, pink, blue, white
Applauses from the Congress to declare war
Muted thunders in the hearts of popular silences
Wailing over losses of love & the beloved, together with
All the other sounds sucked into you-r-bottle, much like the one
Monkey King borrows to hide the entire sky. What I say is, you can
Hear everything, even Nothing on the roadside, absorbing them all, like
The Secret of Sound
Music is the only artifact
That can penetrate all the darkness
Of last night to warm a human heart
Like sunlight
While its anticipatable
Rhythms resonate with our pulse
Its looming melody reaches into
The depth of our soul, massaging our
Entire innerbeing with all its tenderness
Immanence
It will set our mind in permanent peace, the idea
That the soul has plenty of afterlives after our
Bodily death, or survives our physical being
Within the shape of trouble of misery. For each
Selfhood there is a seed of anti-self that keeps
Growing until it becomes perfectly identified with
Our old selves. By the same token, each fortune is
Off-set by a misfortune; each failure, suffering
Chaos, emptiness by success, bliss, order and
Fulfillment. Just as yin keeps seeking the balance
With yang or the other way around, the opposites
Will be unified in the immanence as in permanence
Since each absence is a transitory state of presence
Why not fill our hearts with peace and harmony?
Do U Hear It?
From the heart of the Pacific
Far beyond the Pandemic
A Mobi Dick is screaming
As if to keep its throat clear
Or it would be choked to
Death with parcels of plastics
Stillness in between: for Helena Qi Hong
As night
Falls
Can day
Catch it
From the other
Side of
This world?
Meanwhile
The broken heart
Is being
Caressed by
All the fingers
Of starlight
As tender as
Illuminating
Yuan Changming started to learn the English alphabet at age nineteen and published monographs on translation before leaving China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include 12 Pushcart nominations and 13 chapbooks (most recently E.dening) besides appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-2017), BestNewPoemsOnline & Poetry Daily, among 1949 others, across 48 countries. Yuan served on the jury and was nominated for Canada’s National Magazine Awards (poetry category). Currently, Yuan is working on his first (hybrid) novel Edening.
