Poetry Space | Africa: Twilight Falls Outside the Window (7 songs)

Twilight fell outside the window

(7 songs)

□ Africa

Tomato cake

I felt the coolness of autumn when I made the bed at night

The sky is getting brighter in the morning

It started to rain lightly

My son put it on in a city to the north

White coat

My wife is in the South, with my sister

Caring for a broken mother

Early in the morning I make a simple breakfast in the kitchen and a bento box at noon

The record player kept playing music on the fridge

The rhythm is sharp

Should be accompanied by the sound of raindrops hitting the asbestos tiles

I was the only one in the room

Things are scattered everywhere

Loneliness actually

It's not for nothing

When looking through a friend's poetry collection

I'm at the table

In the morning light

Quietly enjoy corn, eggs, tomato cake

And a picture of the sky outside

Gift to a friend

I want to invite you to go to some country with you

There are mountains, there is water, there is nice idyllic scenery

The farmhouse by the river has a wide wooden platform, which starts in the evening

We gathered around a dining table

Drink tea there

Water, boiled pot after pot

Tea leaves, soaked repeatedly, then replaced

new

This is a few hundred kilometers by car

The moment I came to the countryside, some wind blew from the river

Soothes our souls

I know

On our hands, there will always be trifles that cannot be shaken off

It's like rocks under the flowing water

When I looked up, the dim candlelight reflected everything around me

The blue night sky glides over a star

My heart, in even breathing, is like the surface of the water

Produce some imperceptible ripples

Trolley case

There was a trolley box in his room, and they went inside together

Stuff a variety of travel goods

Clothes, socks, toiletries, a roll of plastic bags

Charging cable, hat, razor

and bits and pieces

She pulled up the zipper

Put the box up and go out with him

He carried the trolley box down the stairs

She was in the back, taking a bag of bread and fruit

Open space in the community

He converted the trolley case to her hand and then used the phone

Take a video of going out

He took the video

Sent to their sons, father-in-law and mother-in-law, and sisters-in-law

Now, the sunshine in the clearing

Shine on them

The trees outside the entrance of the community have all grown leaves

They rejoiced and calmly

Accepted this upcoming summer

I am getting more and more...

I am more and more fond of those trivial things

I would pick up the keys and open the door

Close it again, or go downstairs and go to the mailbox to get today's newspaper

Go back to the room and look for what attracted me

Pictures, titles, articles

Pour a cup of tea

Sit there for a long time

I love those trivial times more and more

I'm alone, at home

Tidy up the room

Throw a whole bunch of dirty laundry into the washing machine

Yesterday, I wore them

Appears on the street

When I was in the room

A muffled chirp was heard from the washing machine

I lay down on the couch

Or in front of the TV

Sit down for a while

I turn off the light, or turn on another light

How free

I felt myself

On nights like this, it can be dried

Everything you want to do

Even one day, I will become an old man

Nostalgic, rambling, slow to move

In the room, drawers

Flip out the old photos, those piled up

Corner documents, letters

And sink into the lake bottom of the past, look up

Watch as twilight descends outside the window

Apple fruit

Now, Apple is on the table

Calm, smooth

Stay hydrated enough

I sat quietly

Look out the window

If there is someone at this time, through the glass

With lips

Hint to me

I'm going to go forward

And hand him one

apple

Rainy days

I always stay at home

Around the table

Talk to you about the past

How familiar all of this is, like a book

A painting

A tree that touched us

Now, I'm standing in front of the window

Firmly believe in the emergence of happiness

At that time, I will use my fingers

Tell you

The door was open

You can come in from the outside

And apples, still on the table

Radiating

Quiet light

Wake up

Some shops close after evening

roadside

Stainless steel bus shelters, standing one or two people

Dimly down the night, in the corner

Like a messy pile of screws

In the alley, a girl who came back from work

Pushing the bike

Her back was gradually moving away

A family of four tired from a day, under the dim lights

Around the roast duck, beer

and a wooden table

In the café, a depressed young man smoked a cigarette

Outside the window, it is rough ground

and cars that don't stop driving by

More than ten years of literary career, he recognized

The things of the world

The more you love it

The more you get hurt

Tools

He took the tool out of the toolbox

Fixing a loose screw, he bent down

Rotate and put a little loose chair

Re-tighten

Now he was standing in the room, light

Rush in through the window

He looked outside, and the afternoon was sweet and quiet

It's a bit of a void again

He thought of a man, thought

Sit yourself in a chair

The lake water rolls not far away

He paused for a moment

After that again

Place the tool back in the box

He closed the drawer that had been pulled open, and his body slowly bent from bending

Transition to upright

—END—

Yangtze River Literature and Art, No. 3, 2022

Responsible Editor | Ding East Asia

▲Non-Asian |

Pheasant: Poet, architect, novel writer. A native of Wuzhou, Guangxi, he graduated from the Department of Architecture of Hunan University. In 1991, he and his friends founded the poetry magazine "Bicycle", which has been hosted ever since. He is the author of the poetry collections "Handstand" and "Drama". He is currently living in Shanghai.