Treasure Island

Laijon Liu

(06/27/1975 / Dalian, China)

Poetry: Ode To The Sunflowers


O, Shine! Blaze! and Burn!
You golden glorious flowers!
Brighten up this gray canvas now
with your piercing sunbeams!
Stroke by stroke, a passionate verse
bloom and bloom, heart at its strive
there you are hanging on the museum wall
here you are risen in my heart, out of dirt.

Seeds, seeds, and your seeds!
your countenance full of hope!
Your curled burdened stems, and drooping heads
attending potato eaters and helpless women.
Christ served the broken and the lowly
glad tidings gushing into coal mine and brothel
Your tranquil lamplight glowing in a shelter,
I see your gaze and I feel your warmth.

Ah Light! What’s your fairest color?
Yes! It’s Yellow! Orange! and Amber!
Transcending light! Fair radiant aura!
Your gold image enlightens and dazzles!
Morning sun torches its daybreak sky
Setting sun shepherds its wheatfield and sower
Golden bloated moon, spinning gilded stars
stirring up the night heavens of cold!

Heavy laden heart, worn out boots
A renegade son trudges on his new pilgrim road
sunburn face, scorched beard, selfies of distress
a short journey to love is long and weary.
Peach tree and dry willows are in fire
autumn meadow and haystacks melt
standing on a dirt pathway, your soul cries out:
“Believe! My friend! We’re doing something great! ”

Bard says, Perspective it’s best painter’s art
Your arms like marigold petals at sun’s eye
they’re stretching, reaching, and hanging
a bundle of young suns blooming, and dying
youth for greatness like morning dew
fervent desire, beauty in light
all burn out, and gone too soon
ah, nothing fades away in your earthen pot

What is true image of life? Love? And Art?
Is it meditative imagination or impulsive depiction?
Pigment mixed with oil, color varies
thoughts and emotion tunes on palette
Light, night, energy, and chaos
village and bars serene, storms torrential
figures, portraits, blossom and trees
Aren’t they all exist in heartbeat?

Yeah! Heartbeat, pulse, and gleaming rays
so bright, electric and energetic
so warm, generous and welcome
how fair you are, and how friendly you are!
There you were standing in the street corner
alone painting your dreamy house yellow
there you were in your yellow house alone
setting the beds and the seats.

Dream blossoms in your yellow house
buds and buds bloom in bright mellow light
the tan sunflowers set in front of buttered wall
your rushing brush is singing, singing aria:
“O Come and adore, you children of sun,
Your father does not abandon you!
your brothers do not abandon you!
in this divine light the living and dead abide! ”

Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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