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Poems

· Baby Tomato

 

2020.9

 

I found a baby tomato

under my bed  

when I was doing yoga 

on the mat

 

It was by my suitcase 

huge and blue 

it looked rather tiny beside

 

Though 

the dirty baby tomato belongs to the bin 

while the suitcase belongs 

to where I belong to 

but they met 

under my bed

 

 

· Graveyard

墓地

 

2020.10

 

When I was on the train today

今天我在火车上

a graveyard passed by

路过了一片墓地

flying over

在匆匆掠过

through the gaps between trees

的树林缝隙中

 

Among those short tombstones

那些矮矮的墓碑

some are new   some are old

有的新 有的旧

some are surrounded by flowers

有些旁边放着鲜花

some are standing alone

有些旁边什么也没有

 

But soon my vision was blocked

但没多久

by the wall of the station

站台的墙壁挡住了视线

the train continued to run

火车重新开动

and I will never see them again

但我再也不会看到它们

· 公园

 

2020.11

 

路过了一个公园门口

对面有人牵了一群

高矮胖瘦都不同的狗

 

往公园里一看

也有个人牵了一群

高矮胖瘦不同

但都穿着荧光橙色安全衣

的小孩

· Untitled (Map Poetry)

2021.3

Grey sky outside the window. Clouds blocking the sun light. (suffocated)

There’s only a few people on the platform 8, waiting for the train. Everyone’s in a shell. Block.

I sit. Tree passing by. Can’t see houses.

The third stop. I get down, walked up the stairs, to the street.

Street. Cars. Yelling. (suffocated)

I walk on street, crossing. 

Tranquil neighbourhood, white, blue, yellow, green, grey houses. (relaxed not really)

 

Entrance, fences, dark room.

White light, darkness, darkness, darkness, red light, white light, red light, white light…(tired and excited)

Darkness. (sad)

 

Fences, exit, street, platform, train.

Advertisement.

“Feeling isolated?”

Trees passing by and grey sky.

“Hotline’s open from 7am till midnight.” (useless)

 

Platform, street, shop, home.

· Monument By the Sea

 

2021.12

 

There was a monument

Standing on the beach

Made from some kind of stone

That comes from an exotic country

 

On the surface of the monument

Carved with names

Names and years of people

Died in the village

 

One day

Someone was washed onto the beach

A dead man

With an exotic look

 

People struggled to decide

Whether to carve his name onto the monument

“He doesn’t belong here,

he’s an outsider.”

“He died here,

his existence should be remembered.”

 

They decided carve his name at last

They found he was called Olvido

On a ship ticket

In his pocket

 

But

When they tried to carve on the monument

With the sharpest blade they had ever used

It was impossible to do that anymore

 

They tried so hard

But the stone remained flat and smooth

They tried to carve someone else’s name

It was impossible neither

 

People panicked immediately

They began to use anything

That could cause a single glimpse to the monument

Hammers, saws, their own teeth, even diamond

The monument remained silent

and still

 

They didn’t give up

Endeavoured to leave a single mark

Until midnight

Gradually more and more people were tired

And fell asleep

Until the last one of them

 

When they woke up in the morning

They found the monument was cracked into pieces

Some pieces were so tiny

That they even shined under the sun

 

When the tide was in

Those pieces were washed away

Piece by piece

Just like how

The Olvido man was washed up

 

People gathered on the beach

Watching silently

Until sunset

When the last piece of the monument

Was washed away

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