john tiong chunghoo Poems

autumn dance
a leaf drops, spirals,
sommersaults on ground
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a cicada shell
how like a porcelain
it breaks piece by piece
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Autumn moonlight
from the fluid ink
flows my poem
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poetry is that
schoolgirl
junior high
you have
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spring, my veins inches
to greet the gentle warmth
of the sun, the way the
butterflies frolic with the blooms
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i walk through myself
the stripe glass ferns
that jut out like blades
cut me in so many ways
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mom never went to school
but that never became a problem
between me and her
if anything, it heightens
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as i close my eyes
a blackhole looms
this inner world
a torment it brings
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total lunar eclipse
the temple
hurriedly closes
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