Poetry
by Chen-ou Liu
An
Immigrant's Progress
My tongue
twists for English;
yet I never lose
the movements
of my mother tongue.
My feet
stand on newly bought property,
a piece of the Promised Land --
it fulfills an obligation
to Citizenship Canada.
My garden
is carpeted with moist green;
morning dewdrops cling
to blades of grass
just as I do.
My mind
is torn between two worlds,
an ocean apart --
I often sleep in Taipei
but wake up in Ajax
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Spring,
Summer, Autumn, Winter … and Spring (Haiku Sequence)
I
spring dewdrops --
on a blade of grass
life hangs
II
July thunderstorms --
for Taipei's gentle rain
I yearn
III
autumn leaves --
in the wind
memories drift
IV
deep snow --
within blizzards of thought
I'm lost
V
the falling petals
of my words
in the spring breeze
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The
NeverEnding Story (Tanka Prose)
I come to Him, carrying memories embedded
in my splintered flesh. I pray to Him to help me take the sting
out of my wounds, and push away the shards of solitude. I cry
out to Him for hours, but no reply is forthcoming.
alone
in the dark
I hang
on the cross within me
finished …
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