Source: Editorial Board Member of Grace Poetry Journal Grace Poetry Journal 2022-03-10 19:06
Tianbian Music: Yu Ping
Draft: Rain Pavilion
Ten poems of King Kong Dipper
▎Autumn
For the first time, sitting on a swing stand
Look at the lake in front of you
Late autumn leaves, falling on the shoulders
Falling into the water, so quiet
Pedestrians are not visible in the courtyard on the outskirts
A great void
The wind pushed me deeper into the wider
In the air, occasionally meet a few birds and finches
Between the rolling clouds and the lake
The wings of the feathers
Break free from the cage of life's confinement
Long lost blue sky, on the wings
Those belong to the good and the sad in the words
In the wipe, like light and shadow recognized the light and shadow
Nice arc of paddling
▎ Li Chun
The snow outside the window is still melting
In the courtyard gallery, potted herbs grow freely
Separated by a wall, it is like different cities in the same season
Each has its own silence
Repeat the same thing over and over again
Tracing, outlining. The poetic thawing of the nib
The daughter is basking in the vibrato with window flowers and spring leagues
Fresh branches in plum bottles
A small town to the north
Bare tree trunks
A few sparrows
Jump around
▎ If I were a patch of snow
I was ashamed to take this false proposition out and show it
I couldn't feel snow's emotions and hearts
Snow heals the earth's sores and wounds
Those false words and confrontational still lifes, hidden in the darkness
I was lost in the snow. Like an unburied body
Reflections and cold
▎ Empty chair
Inside your body, there is an empty chair that has fled
Darkness shattered into stars
Walk in the deep wilderness, those
Pastoral hermits, shadows beyond the shadows
Under an oval curtain
Midnight is a party of ghosts
A corner of the light
Their eyes can spy on my dreams
▎ Lights on the other side
I'm not a voyeur. It was her light that led me to her body
There is a river hidden in the heart, in the grass
Foot sounds and grunts are lonely
In the prologue of the night of fireworks, I stood under a tree
Use fallen leaves to divinate tomorrow's destination
This serendipitous encounter
It's like a stone thrown into the heart lake
Ripples are just excuses, eyes are the way back
▎ The silence of the moonlight
Moonlight can always slip out of my dreams
Arrived at the hill earlier than my body
Out-of-favor kids, no candy
I didn't dare to open my mouth and follow in the footsteps of the wind
She sprinkled the honey in the orange and sprinkled it into the sky for the birds that flew
I'm still in turmoil and floating
I need someone who loves me. Eat a bowl of porridge together
Including skin kisses
I need those hands that pull me back to reality
Don't let the children of the night tour
Facing the night
Loneliness embraces loneliness
▎ Commemoration
He finally handed over his photo album. Hang on the wall
Push open the hidden door. Locked light
Hidden in a black hole
Mother's silence in the vegetable garden. Wait and play
Loess and berries brought back from a foreign land
Flocks of pigeons hover in the air. early morning
What was given to me was more and more imaginative and gloomy
On a wooden fence. Forgotten
Those arms and wrists
In July, when the coppery back ridge is exposed
With each stroke, the glow of fire and the words of aphasia are quenched
Dull eyes and footsteps
Between rain and brown dirt
There is an ancient sadness falling
▎ Oracle
"Broken bamboo, continued bamboo, flying soil, chasing meat" ——
The tribe that feeds the sun found fire
They deduced hunting and farming into King Wen's words
Plant millet, plant seedlings, sow grain, sow millet
The drilled animal bones are quenched and grow bones
Reconstruct the kingdom of words
Fish, horses, speargos and bows and arrows
The thin blade, the skimming and pinching of the body
Walk through the Yin Ruins of the Shang Dynasty
The human face is on the rock wall and the dead shell of the clay bowl
With a heartbeat of walking
▎ Ultra-low altitude flight
Pick up the sound of the wind from the shaking grass tips
The night hangs low in, the oval world
Stay awake at all times in the irregular arrangement
Shrubs, jungles, or seas of white sharks
I adjusted the rudder of sanity. Fitted black earth
Ripples of white. I do not know
Color imagery
What kind of intentions are swirling in the air
I forgot myself. It's a swallow
Or a dragonfly. Or a bird with a certain name
Sneaking into the darkness, the world shrinks
Gradually split into countless pearls
Between a dark cloud
In the fine rain
▎ The earth slopes southward
Floating sage, clinging to the surface of the moonlight water
The finely broken bright mosaic galaxy is silent
I want to walk through before the dawn comes
The town where you wake up
Never miss an appointment again
The barn was full of grain, and the wooden hammer struck early in the morning
It's like a spiny bird singing
Windmills carry water for irrigation and mill grain
Rosemary wipes the sadness, you put it on
Treasured pleated skirts, on the way when I came
About the author King Kong Hokuto, male, an observer walking on the edge of poetry
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