Valentine Love

You are supposed to buy roses
in such a pink atmosphere,
as if they flourish only for us.
The store owner, busy with
other customers,
hands out plastic wrapping.

With this little fortune,
I hold the roses’ destiny;
when the day passes,
who else will care for their petals paling
somewhere else?

Poem from “Wings Toward Sunlight” (Mosaic Press 2011)

in 2010  my love poems in Chinese  情人节

之二之三。。。(2009 随机写99首情诗…)

Valentine’s Day/情人节

Valentine’s Day

It is early spring.
Night mist falls.
Trees sparsely stand.

I look down the narrow street,
and write you a letter-
the candlelight scents
of roses and chocolate.
I wear a red silk gown,
wait for a pure-accented gentleman.

I don’t speak his language.
I speak to the piling white sheets:
the wine we sipped,
the music we listened to,
the books we read
while rain dripped down your roof.

My insomnia will ride on the bus
that you rode twenty years ago.
I will take your seat, stare into the dark.

I will ask the driver to take me
to the Sunrise River,
where I removed your blue raincoat,
my red silk gown sliding down
like rose petals coiled in moonlight.







(2011 入选 《藤上行》)

Story Behind “online: i found true love!”

I was asked to write a book about stories behind poetry of North American women poets by China Foreign Press in 2007. Since I loved poems by Sylvia Plath and Emily Dickinson, so I did some research for that kind of topic. However I worked in IT field for full time and had a family to raise, I found it was very hard to commit myself to the task. So I declined. Today I thought about the topic again because indeed stories behind poetry were very enchanting. Here I want to share several stories of my own.
First, I will tell a story about the poem related to Facebook. I joined Facebook long time ago, but seldom used it. After one invitation following another, I was a little frustrated: Do I know him? Do I know her? The worst thing was that you only had the correct answer when you clicked To Confirm Friends. And it turned out the result was not what you thought. One day, I chatted with my friends and complained, they suggested, why not write a poem? Sure. Here it is.

online: i found true love!

yet, the other day when i sat
in a beauty salon, the song
love at a grocery store
stirred up mocking sighs—
smart, at least, find a cook.
and i added,
in a bar, a loser.

uploading my photo, i wonder
what they know of me.
but who cares?
facebook claims its magic—
among an ocean of faces,
all we need is a click.

one could imagine
a door ajar
in a waiting room.

The interesting part is that the dialogue in the poem was from one incident when I shopped at Jones New York. At that time, the song “love at a grocery store” was aired, one staff member smiled,
“How smart to find a lover in grocery store, at least he likes cooking.”
Another staff member commented, “True, never find a lover at a bar; he may turn out to be a loser.”

In the poem, I change the setting to be a Beauty Salon, to give a hint that photos uploaded to Facebook may not be the real side of one. Thus the whole poem could be connected together in its meaning.

The last verse of the poem was inspired by my friend who asked me, “why do you keep writing?”
I thought for a while and left a message, saying, “I guess I am waiting…”. He commented, “ah, in a waiting room.”
I end the poem like that to give some room for imagination. As we never know the result from a relationship connected by Facebook.

At Poetry Alive workshop, I selected this poem and the story to show how poetry and our life can be connected together.  At the presentation, first I give a blank page to ask the audience think about facebook and online love.  Then we discuss and talk about the poem. In the end, I like to wrap the poem with the image: A door ajar like the above.  I believe all of us do hope life is full of adventures, of course, the good ones!