Autumn

Autumn

One clean morn of far mountains,
healthy horses muster
at the warehouse square
under hillside


Hot breath steams out of their bare teeth
and dung cake smells out without a shy
Nowhere to go,
I stay in this sight


Suddenly not alone for
beautiful maple trees by the warehouse
join to smell this odor
in secret


Old oaks of the hillside open arms 
to cover this scene uselessly
Horses laugh
their head off

Rainbow

Rainbow

Oh my rainbow

Neatly lined your hair

full colored sleeves

on skirt over green

You stole my heart

Hard to get you

even your hands not given,

it's untangible love

How silly I was

to touch base with you

How you came here

just for minutes to spend

It didn't make sense

why you're so busy,

so shy around me

You back to me

these forgotten days

to blame my tiny belief

through warm smile

in down loving gaze

God knows you

glancing my loneliness

even in desert colony

to hand your regards

written in bright rays

Years after my life

you are still my lover

Through teardrops waiting me

oh is my rainbow,

the immortal love

Winter River

Winter River

Lost is what
the winter river has to say
because a patient by the window
never say a word


What a waste
the crystal water is
just because of your life
without a lover


Old tree withers
even at the river edge
because your calendars
never flipped


- - -


Trying to enjoy the spring foliage
and leave by twilight,
I lost foots on the leaves
missing bees and birds


Suddenly, winter and flood
too far from the heaven
Tedious way to a mighty ocean
Why thunders bring me here


Bitter winds may help me
or raging waves rather do
I can hear the serenade
of seagulls in a distance

Beginning

Thank you, http://blogger.com.

This is a blog to save my poems in web space.
There are so many poems in the world, especially in web space.
They may write poems for professional reasons or just to want to write something.

In my case, I start to write poems as a hobby recently.
Through poems, I have a chance to observe my mind's movement that is otherwise impossible. And making concise passage for a specific thought is a pleasure to me.

Also I enjoy to read poems with music.
Music helps me to get deeper into feelings.
But this blog does not allow me to play music.
That's OK, for it's a free space.

I hope this space filled with my precious flashbacks.

- Poemsoft