Charles Simic The Haiku Poet Poem by john tiong chunghoo

Charles Simic The Haiku Poet



A book full of pictures
my hands grows cold touching faces
of dead kings and queens

a black raincoat
in the upstairs bedroom
Swaying from the ceiling

mother's long needles
make quick crosses
they were black

the pages I turn sound like wings
the soul is a bird
in my book full of pictures

a battle rages: lances and swords
a wintry forest with my heart
spiked and bleeding in its branches

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john tiong chunghoo

john tiong chunghoo

Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia
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