POETRY

Friday Poems

Poetic Charms on First Day of Fifth Month

Pied Piper of despair

Weaving nomadic songs, I’m walking in the dusk — Cursing. Pied piper on my lips, cheap cigarettes in my pocket, Cursing melody in my tunes- I’m leaving old memories.

On this dusty road- In endless despair — I walk alone.

Small house, next to the field

A house, small in shape, Just beside a field, hiding mystery in it. I see the light shining, but where are the people? I hear words, I hear cries, I hear small laughter and melody, But, where are the people?

When night falls, stars shine- I heard wailing in the middle of the house.

Today. I dared to enter the middle of the house. Doors open, walls are broken- Broken furniture Here and there.

It seems familiar, but somehow with unfamiliar vibes. From one room to another, I walk around and search I can’t find anything, Where are the people?

The door of the last room is closed, shall I enter? Neptune’s beard! Let’s see. I push the door, I see the room is empty.

Across the wall — there is a picture with a broken dusty frame. In the frame, There is a house — next to the field, Open doors, broken walls.

A house- And- In the last room- Looking at a picture with big dusty broken frame, A lonely me.

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