One
Final Call of Life Cycle (Forest Adventure)
I want to look at each leaf from each different tree,
I want to see how their veins and fibres cross to form their patterns.
I want to know where the leaves come from and how they spread on a tree,
I want to count the number of leaves and record how each individual grows by time.
I want to identify and position every single tree in a forest,
I want to measure their heights and ages to get their backgrounds.
I want to search every forest on earth, and to go with my deepest enquiry.
Adventure? The safest must be always on the way of journey.
And one day the most beautiful gift you shall find,
in a leaf that you nearly disregard,
will tell you all the secrets before its finite life and after.
——Jan 2016, England
Two
The Fall at the Forest
Eradication of the obscure
in the dark
forest
In the Cache
Mnemosyne.
I have long gone
to the length
I walked around
and see
your face
again.
Who is there
to rescue
and shed all the fairy essence
to my heart and soul
Outside
the music does not stop
the rain did.
And we ended up
Dry and Un-armed.
The former magnificence and glory
the palace and golden thrones
fade
But do we
fade as well?
In this giant pouring of secrets
do they fall on our throats as well?
We hunt
rabbits
to fulfill the hunger
but our hunger
leads us to kill and bloodshed
The forest
is full of remorse
too
——Feb 8, 2020, China
Three
Calling of an Old Life’s New Meaning
The old candle is quenching
the new era isn’t coming
We want to walk out of
the forest that we trapped
inside and from
I want to reveal
how you capable of performing
the reverse of what you could’ve been getting
of what you want to be getting
and what you thought you would be getting
I want to see
how you made up your mistake
like no others who as well baffle
with disgrace and you degrade
I want to block
your paths to all the right ways
so your continuous ways
will only be your conceived ways
When the candle hasn’t quenched yet
we people made a wish
Calling of a newfound meaning
before the rivers
merge into the deep ocean
far west and east of
your side
Let us get out
now from here
what’s the meaning of staying
So the candle died
like a fading dragonfly
Fire was still there
but we like to see
water
——Feb 8, 2020, China
** Poems were organized and shown to the English-speaking audience in China during 2020, republished in StonyBrook blog.
** Copyrights belong to the author Elisabeth Zhang