Chen-ou Liu Poems

I gaze up
at the white contrail
while writing tanka
as if there were magic words
...

third day
since the attack
I turn in bed
waiting for the sun
...

she and I
look at cherry blossoms
happily
and yet something between us
...

a summer breeze
thrown over the face
of the moon...
loneliness comes between me
...

the rise and fall
of her chest
snowlight
shining through
...

a hilltop house
painted with the colors
of summer breeze...
hand in hand we chase
...

first-time visit
to the nursing home...
on this snowy day
I feel the weight
...

April snowflakes
fall on the Don River
and disappear...
the coldness I feel
...

morning-after
awkwardness fading...
my body
the blank canvas
...

trapped in traffic
for almost three hours...
thinking back
on my immigrant life
...