酷我-北美枫

[anna]

http://wildamorris.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-2010-poetry-challenge.html

I wrote this poem for the challenge.


The map to home

On the globe, you search for
two dots connected by a flight line.
Their full-scale distance becomes the longest
string to tie up your nostalgia.
Your finger flips the blue sphere,
as home beckons like an aching moon.

Your son asks you to sketch the map
for his Family-Tree project.
You surprise him by drawing concentric circles.
Like outlining the solar system,
every time your pen drifts farther,
still, it orbits the same center.
You point to the center,
“There, it is our home.”

Laughing upon your crazy map,
your son continue to brush his growing tree.
He fails to perceive its inside --
annual rings rippling
over your night river.

When the leaves fall,
winds will bring them home.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

http://wildamorris.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-2010-poetry-challenge.html

I wrote this poem for the challenge.


The map to home

On the globe, you search for
two dots connected by a flight line.
Their full-scale distance becomes the longest
string to tie up your nostalgia.
Your finger flips the blue sphere,
as home beckons like an aching moon.

Your son asks you to sketch the map
for his Family-Tree project.
You surprise him by drawing concentric circles.
Like outlining the solar system,
every time your pen drifts farther,
still, it orbits the same center.
You point to the center,
“There, it is our home.”

Laughing upon your crazy map,
your son continue to brush his growing tree.
He fails to perceive its inside --
annual rings rippling
over your night river.

When the leaves fall,
winds will bring them home.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[anna]

------------revision

The Map Home

Around the globe, you search
for two dots. Distance with a flight line
becomes a long string
to knot your past.
Your fingers nudge a blue
sphere – home beckons
like an aching moon.

Your son asks
to map the family tree.
You surprise him, draw
concentric circles.Your pen drifts
further, tracing solar systems,
but always revolves
around the same point –
That’s our home!

Laughing at your crazy map,
your son prunes the growing tree.
He does not see inside –
the rings rippling across
your night river.

When leaves fall
the wind will blow
them home.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

------------revision

The Map Home

Around the globe, you search
for two dots. Distance with a flight line
becomes a long string
to knot your past.
Your fingers nudge a blue
sphere – home beckons
like an aching moon.

Your son asks
to map the family tree.
You surprise him, draw
concentric circles.Your pen drifts
further, tracing solar systems,
but always revolves
around the same point –
That’s our home!

Laughing at your crazy map,
your son prunes the growing tree.
He does not see inside –
the rings rippling across
your night river.

When leaves fall
the wind will blow
them home.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[anna]

revised...

Around the globe, you search
for two dots, connected
by a flight line. Distance
becomes a long string
to knot nostalgia;
Fingers nudge a blue
sphere – home beckons
like an aching moon.

Your son asks
to map the family tree.
You surprise him, draw
concentric circles.Your pen drifts,
traces solar systems,
that revolve around the same point –
That’s our home!

Laughing at your crazy map,
your son prunes the growing tree.
He does not see
rings rippling across
your night river,
and leaves fall to roots.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

revised...

Around the globe, you search
for two dots, connected
by a flight line. Distance
becomes a long string
to knot nostalgia;
Fingers nudge a blue
sphere – home beckons
like an aching moon.

Your son asks
to map the family tree.
You surprise him, draw
concentric circles.Your pen drifts,
traces solar systems,
that revolve around the same point –
That’s our home!

Laughing at your crazy map,
your son prunes the growing tree.
He does not see
rings rippling across
your night river,
and leaves fall to roots.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com