Accident
Fiction hit
The fact hard, and ran
With truth per se
Being the only witness
Listening to the Wind
You left there in old age
A snow ball off the slope
Heard a bus to heaven (or to hell)
Heard a field without any crop growing there
Which may have been reserved for an alien growth
Heard a young girl across the street
Dancing around a crowd of robots getting newly old
Heard a bomber taking off the New Foundland
While frogs were singing a lost monody
On the other side of the world at midnight
Heard a key hit hard before a blinking screen
& a naked body turning & twisting constantly on bed
Heard a couple of blackbirds tangoing on a powerline
& myriad leaves falling against autumn
Heard an icicle beginning to melt under the afternoon sun
Ready to shed tears in memory
Of last storm:
Shhh, my Lord, just let sounds
Fill up my ears, and heart stealthily
Snowing in Spring
In the wild open west, flakes keep falling
Like myriad baby angels knocked down from Paradise
Blurring the landscape behind the vision
Hunting each consonant trying to rise above
The ground. The day is brighter, lighter &
Softer than the feel. Soon there will be
Dirty prints leading to everywhere (or nowhere)
& no one will care how the whole world will collapse
In blasphemy. The missing cat won’t come to
Trespass the lawn, nor will the daffodil bloom
To catch a flake drifting astray. Nobody bothers even to think
About where the season is held up on its way back, how
The fishes are agitating under the pressure of wintry
Water, why people wish to see more and more snow
Refracted Reflections
1/ Inner Penetration
Dripping, constantly
Into the heart
Of the rock
Quietude splashes
Over its whole being
Inside out
2/ Transporting
Once the road begins
To run forward
The car can drop us off
At any destination
Beyond earthly traffic
3/ Spiritual Freedom
For every human soul, there is
A whole patch
Of sky (or heaven), where
It can fly freely
Only if it can find
A taking-off position up there
About the author:
Yuan Changming currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include ten Pushcart nominations, the 2018 Naji Naaman’s Literary (Honour) Prize, Best of the Best Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline and 1,479 others worldwide.
