酷我-北美枫

[ZY]

A sponge I am, sucking up
Frozen air and polluted emotions
In my hometown now too close for comfort,
Where usually the distance beyond the waves of night
Laid a misty calm over the churning sea of memories.
Now my hands are tied and my mouth covered
With useless clouds of jet-lag reminding me
Of my faraway home in a foreign shore.

When tides are low under the waning moon
In Taipei of mid-winter, our leaders cursed and swore as usual
In temperature unseasonably warm and sticky
About a future corrupt and divided
By a deep strait of history
Where some would never cross
And some had never crossed.
But you are sponges held in contempt
For refusing venom and bile. Shadowy ventriloquy
From politicians slimy as squids never was up
To your taste. So, we continue to sing,
Per chance to dance sometimes, when the crazies in the night yield
their city streets to our rambling and mumbling fanciful rants.

I stumble through a deserted garden
To hear, in the shore of my fuzzy mind
New songs in a public park
On days and nights that I dreamt
I was a part of. Only in feeble lines
Of images and metaphors can I deliver
My homesick love darkened by thundering clouds
In voices always too soft to be heard
By the young eagles rushing by in the angry winds .

So to my painter friends of words and rhythm, I silently salute
In the dark hours between too early and too late.
The loneliness in this murky hour is but a façade.
Behind the broken walls we all collect the sad and absurd sands of life
From separate ways. When I leave you too soon
I may remember a few more faces, maybe not?
But your voices in the dim nights under the Milky Way
I shall silently steal and carry in my little sponge of an aging mind.

ZY
(an old composition, while spending new year's eve in Taipei, 2006)

[[ZY]]

A sponge I am, sucking up
Frozen air and polluted emotions
In my hometown now too close for comfort,
Where usually the distance beyond the waves of night
Laid a misty calm over the churning sea of memories.
Now my hands are tied and my mouth covered
With useless clouds of jet-lag reminding me
Of my faraway home in a foreign shore.

When tides are low under the waning moon
In Taipei of mid-winter, our leaders cursed and swore as usual
In temperature unseasonably warm and sticky
About a future corrupt and divided
By a deep strait of history
Where some would never cross
And some had never crossed.
But you are sponges held in contempt
For refusing venom and bile. Shadowy ventriloquy
From politicians slimy as squids never was up
To your taste. So, we continue to sing,
Per chance to dance sometimes, when the crazies in the night yield
their city streets to our rambling and mumbling fanciful rants.

I stumble through a deserted garden
To hear, in the shore of my fuzzy mind
New songs in a public park
On days and nights that I dreamt
I was a part of. Only in feeble lines
Of images and metaphors can I deliver
My homesick love darkened by thundering clouds
In voices always too soft to be heard
By the young eagles rushing by in the angry winds .

So to my painter friends of words and rhythm, I silently salute
In the dark hours between too early and too late.
The loneliness in this murky hour is but a façade.
Behind the broken walls we all collect the sad and absurd sands of life
From separate ways. When I leave you too soon
I may remember a few more faces, maybe not?
But your voices in the dim nights under the Milky Way
I shall silently steal and carry in my little sponge of an aging mind.

ZY
(an old composition, while spending new year's eve in Taipei, 2006)

[Lake]

As always it flows. I see a sponge soaked heavy with disturbing emotions.

All the best,

[[Lake]]

As always it flows. I see a sponge soaked heavy with disturbing emotions.

All the best,

[ZY]

Lake,

These years, I get terribly upset watching Taiwanese politics.
It has gotten so vicous and corrupt.

But, no matter who won out in 2008, it looks like the situation will get better.
So, I am hopeful.

Thanks for your comment.

ZY

[[ZY]]

Lake,

These years, I get terribly upset watching Taiwanese politics.
It has gotten so vicous and corrupt.

But, no matter who won out in 2008, it looks like the situation will get better.
So, I am hopeful.

Thanks for your comment.

ZY

[星子]

Thanks ZY.

I print it and read it through. Very good.

the image of sponge is well used and the homesick and atmosphere behind is smoothly combined.

I enjoy it, very thoughtful and meaningful.
_________________

[[ANNA]]

Thanks ZY.

I print it and read it through. Very good.

the image of sponge is well used and the homesick and atmosphere behind is smoothly combined.

I enjoy it, very thoughtful and meaningful.
_________________

[Lake]

[[Lake]]

[ZY]

[[ZY]]

[博弈]

[[Mark]]

[ZY]

博弈,

I stand corrected. It's a typo.
Thanks for your kind comment.

ZY

[[ZY]]

博弈,

I stand corrected. It's a typo.
Thanks for your kind comment.

ZY

[Lake]

Some words, phrases and lines highlighted by 博弈 are very English, I mean 很地道。I also like this line：

[[Lake]]

Some words, phrases and lines highlighted by 博弈 are very English, I mean 很地道。I also like this line：

[ZY]

Ah, we all have lots to learn.

[[ZY]]

Ah, we all have lots to learn.

[非马]

A good poem. It reminds me of one of the short poems I wrote years ago on the same topic:

HOMESICKNESS

suffering badly from homesickness
he returns to his homeland
upon returning to his homeland
he suffers even worse from homesickness

there's nothing he can do about it
there's nothing he can do about it

[[FAFAFA]]

A good poem. It reminds me of one of the short poems I wrote years ago on the same topic:

HOMESICKNESS

suffering badly from homesickness
he returns to his homeland
upon returning to his homeland
he suffers even worse from homesickness

there's nothing he can do about it
there's nothing he can do about it

[ZY]

工作上連忙了幾天,現在才得空上來.

多謝非馬前輩讀詩和鼓勵了.也謝謝您的舊作的和應.

問好了.

[[ZY]]

工作上連忙了幾天,現在才得空上來.

多謝非馬前輩讀詩和鼓勵了.也謝謝您的舊作的和應.

問好了.

[星子]

也应和一首,,两年前旧作

Nostalgia is a Growing Tree

Nostalgia, a growing tree,
Its branches stretch over the tall fence.
I keep manicuring it;
the falling fragments bedew my face.

Its branches stretch over the tall fence,
as a lantern beckons in the distance.
Who holds the light high
to embrace me in its silvery cocoon?

I cannot help reminiscing,
my shattered shadow wrapped inside.
The falling fragments bedew my face;
a growing tree, nostalgia is.
_________________

[[ANNA]]

也应和一首,,两年前旧作

Nostalgia is a Growing Tree

Nostalgia, a growing tree,
Its branches stretch over the tall fence.
I keep manicuring it;
the falling fragments bedew my face.

Its branches stretch over the tall fence,
as a lantern beckons in the distance.
Who holds the light high
to embrace me in its silvery cocoon?

I cannot help reminiscing,
my shattered shadow wrapped inside.
The falling fragments bedew my face;
a growing tree, nostalgia is.
_________________

[ZY]

Xing-Zhi,

Thanks for your reply and your wonderful poem.

Nostalgia, indeed, is like a growing tree. And over time, it grows into a deep deep forest.

Take care.

ZY

[[ZY]]

Xing-Zhi,

Thanks for your reply and your wonderful poem.

Nostalgia, indeed, is like a growing tree. And over time, it grows into a deep deep forest.

Take care.

ZY