Tuesday, 27 September 2016

water crashes away rough stones
red leaves lie
over the spread of twisted roots
this is the moment when
we say farewell to autumn

—Lourdes (tanka)

a child with a lollipop
sharing with a shadow
on an empty street

—Jasmine (Senryu)

heavy rain on the crops
tears on the faces of farmers
after months of drought

beautiful nurse about to give my injection
asks if I am afraid or not
tells me she is an intern

—Leon (Senryu)

in the end 
I had forgiven her
but she had passed away

—Norman (Senryu)

fireflies and eyes of owls
light up
a gloomy summer night

chirping of cicadas 
breaks the silence
of a torrid afternoon


teddy bear
loved dearly
peeks out of the rubbish bin

384400 km away
from the moon
a pale blue dot


red leaves over the tree roots
still cliff
and water falling

thunder in the distance
roaring of 
lions on the savanna


read the lines on my palm
read the expression on my face
but you don’t know what I have in mind


dizzy rabbit
rushes through the kaleidoscope forest
not finding the way out


sun rises
I feel warm
when I see him


cascade around
the old tree’s roots
red leaves just now fallen


chocolate melts
in a precious white handkerchief 
in the child labourer’s hand

frowning eyebrows 
weary lips
on a rapping clown’s face

bright-colorer butterfly
lands on a blind man’s hand
and is swatted 


new butterflies 
sip nectar
in the picture

little red rose
still blooming
at the bride’s funeral


breezes sway the tree
leaves land 
in fallen water

dogs chase butterflies 
on a high hill
where sheep grazes


the bore tree
takes in the river
thought its leaf strewn roots


saddlebrown roots
gold maple coated
water rushes over

a small brown bird
lights up the night
voice of the nightingale 

flowers of tree
and fade


near naked beggar
under cardboard
outside the tailor’s shop


lazy cat
frozen goldfish
staring each other


blood drips from the muzzle
of the crawling cat
dead mouse in his paws


riding on a roller coaster
Mr. Bean
has fallen asleep

pushing through the waves
stared at by the seagulls


Thursday, 22 September 2016

September 22, 13:00

leaves lose their tree
float to the river
flow away from here


a tree is very slowly escaping
from one season to next
feet dipped in the brook


leaves fade
into the earth, the stream
the roots of the tree go slowly


old tree on the mountain
red leaves tall
fresh water ponds the ancient stones


leaves down
water fall
rainbow says hello


“time to travel with the stream”
that’s how the tree
lets its leaves go


every season of this flame
the fresh stream laps
the old old roots


something hides behind the tree
waken to the twittering
a tiger goes back to sleep


noisy water fall
quite read leaf
neither one knows


leaves float 
the water sounds like rain
 summer gone


leaves would like to leave
by swimming 
the tree


leaves down
branches empty
everyone waiting for birds to sing


red leaves 
fallen from the old tree
green shoots from the roots


Monday, 19 September 2016

the tree’s snakes
tangle to keep each other warm
deep in sleeping winter


the old tree dances
 too slowly
for the leaves to see


stream of passing cascades
bears the red leaves
 to where the poet wanders


step over the rocks
the old roots
too thirsts for the stream


water falls fast
to purl the stream
leaves lie damp beside


sere roots
leaves fallen
have you seen the new birds?

--Christine Wang

leaves fallen, stream flowing
will they meet
before first snows?


friends try to find
the time capsule
under a decades tree


they fall in silence
neither the stream nor the tree
protects them


the sleeping tree
held its last leaves tight
but all are fallen now


fallen leaves
of the maple
nourish the old pale roots


Thursday, 15 September 2016

tears fall
from a woman’s eyes
when she is cutting onions

—Wang Siyu
in a circle
big glowworms besiege me
children with mid-autumn lanterns

—WanKei Chon
pale moon 
erases its travelling path
until the grey of dawn

flower still in bloom
travels across the seabed
on the back of a hermit crab

sunlight on the sea
is fishing for vapour
as clouds demand

only one chamber empty
against his temple the cylinder spins
and then one dull click

riding a tricycle
tipping over, crying, having hit a stone
this fully grown man

black and white birds
make from tree to tree
just because they are hungry

weed floats by the shore
in among, two eyes
will you meet this crocodile?


dark clouds
take this moon from the pond
leaving these fish friendless