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November 30 Poetry writing course: exercise tenWindow
An obscure corner of a house
Papers scattered around
Characters spilled into pieces
Of which in the midst
Crouched is a writhing man
Submerged in a gentle illumination
Covered in photons, the sore clusters
Along the direction of his head
Slant is the wintry sunset
A path dimly pours in
From the silhouetted windowpane
Outside against the lilac skyline
A wisp of rosy mist wavering
And beyond, boundlessness
Another obscure house
The same slant of sunset
With a touch of yellow old
Through a different windowpane
Shining, to the opposite wooden wall
On which a silhouetted woman
Waving her hand to the remote
And beyond, boundlessness November 22 Poetry writing course: exercise nineNoumenon Slices of sunset pour down
Then golden particles float among the air
Then golden particles filter between the bare
Cool wind blows over the autumn
Then pieces of shadows flow
Then different paths change
Balalaika trembles from the remote
Then light gleamingly shining the above
Then hearts waning like the lute of love
Outside the causality of phenomenon
Where is that dwelling place
Of the reality, of that very noumenon Poetry writing course: exercise eightHome The door slightly opens
Out dimly radiating
The light, and shadows
Floating on the wall
Slowly zooming you in
The white hot light
Soughing leaves beaming above
Silver path winding beneath
Summoning from distance
The Duet, Soar to the azure
Diminishing in the air
Fading, in the memory Poetry writing course: exercise sevenIn-class exercise within 20minutes, based on a photo
Above
Grayish atoms permeate
Rolling, storming and thundering
Beneath
A withered leaf mute
A stone path unmoved
Shadowing, subtle lights
Interlock, on the extending of the time
In between
A red tiny girl
A mysterious smile
A zest in solitude
For the past, condensing in one minute
Diminishing, along her stretching hand November 06 Poetry writing course: exercise sixA Gloomy Evening
Leaves soughing in the wind
Yellow, withered, variegated
Dancing, the tiny holes
Moth-eaten traces
You squeeze through the crowd
You begin to talk to me
Your voice sounds
Something seizes my core
Tears, swell in my heart
I lower my head
Drooping my eyes
Your voice keeps
My tears swells
Yet I cannot say a word
Yet I cannot say a word
Dusk condensing out
Wind pooping the panes
Yes I know, quite well
I know, all of these, clearly
Wind wraps leaves, knocking on the door
Wind wraps leaves, rustling across the chill
Yes I know, quite well
I know, all of these, clearly
Yes I know, all of these
Even lowering my head
I know, all of these
Even drooping my eyes
Even hairs, curtain before me
I know
All of these, clearly
Tears swell in my heart
Pins prick on my core
I look into you
Looking into you
Yet I cannot say a word
I cannot say a word
Mute, dumb, being forever Poetry writing course: exercise fiveLife
Splitting, the abrupt rupture
Twigs whiz out of my bosom
Budding in a flash
Wavering among the air
Rocketing, the frantic growth
Unto a bang with the interior
A bell-shaped container
So solid, so transparent
Cold, like fine particles
Sneaking into my body
I do twine about the wall
I do tear upon the wall
I do gnaw into the wall
Yet stuck in a closed space
Diminishing, bit by bit
Reduced to nothing
Spontaneous process irreversible |
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