Tuesday, May 12, 2015

A Traveller

You stock in my head 
like a stone stokes in a gap
like a tree root deeps in the soil
like a sentimental rock sinks in the undersea
like the greenhouse gas keep absorbing  heat 
like the plates of Earth that keep colliding
like the "global warming" project that keep popping in my head

You are hard to read 
like a mysterious novel that keeps me thinking 
like an abstract poem that I never understand 
like a prolonged play that eats a big chunk of my time 
but in the end I find it impossible to finish reading 
because it's so long 
like a woman's long dress that makes her stumble
like the stem of a Douglas that keeps extending 
like the Nile river,
which you can never see a confluence from one point 

When I was defected by frustration 
You came to my life like a beam of light 
Although, it was a light of a pale moon
Or a light of a fire beetle 
However, it flys into my heart and light up my whole world
I was too young, too naive
too easy to be affected 
too blind to see the inherence
And you 
like a wind that brings me cool and fresh air
And you
like the sunset which amazes me but soon brings out darkness
And you
a traveler, getting on the train 
No one knows where you will go
but indeed 
you will not return
and I 
will no longer stay





Sunday, May 10, 2015

A Chalk

So much depends 
upon

a flat white 
chalk 

shortens when teachers 
write 

pulverize to realize 
dreams

In China, we used blackboard in class, therefore a chalk is necessary. As an object, the chalks have all of my respect. When I was young; when I still had all of the vividness in my mind. I asked my teacher if the chalk has a sence of pain, would it cry as hard as I cut my finger? My teacher told me that the pain the chalk has endured is way harder than I think. It's hard to see a blackboard now, it has been replaced by the electronic whiteboard. And the chalk which I have ever concerned about, seems already accomplished its duty. Howcome, I have a sence of lose and grief. The chalks fade out of our lives silently, no one would think about them again. Their dedication and contribution are too small to be noticed. But meanwhile, they are essential and important which suppose to be memorized.