Love Poem by iris shih

R..e…l…a…t….i…o…n…s…h…i..p….
The lovely magic R “lightly” sitting on a 12-three-letter ship
Sailing over different oceans if not sea
South China, East China, Mexico Gulf, Pacific
Among all these
How many colors can you see?
How many of those stories can you believe?

White, black, brown and yellow
Among them how many of them do you meet?
As god says we are all unique
Yet somehow someone sees the same stories
Unfolding one and the only one belief at last if not the least
Slowly but surely eventually
What do you believe?

Looking for the ultimate “truth”
As if something purest born inside a test tube
Staring through the artificially man-made glass
Asking for the precious ingredients from Einstein
Unfortunately e=mc2 is not the formula
Fortunately our greatest scientist needed not to socialize

Turning one’s head to another end
Standing one of the most self-contained princesses
Upholding the truth of the 4 famous words
Namely simplicity, spontaneousness, creativity
Sadly speaking the last one has been forgotten
As if a long gone “once-upon-a-time” fairy tale
Tailing ripples of hopes as if sweet talk to an innocent child
Patting upon the dwarf’s head sitting on an unbelievably speed-challenged turtle
Wondering if such is the facet of any reality tales

Swimming aimlessly in the Pacific Ocean
Unfortunately one is nothing rich like oil
Yet not sure if sharp or yet to be
Needling tiny little thread of some bottomline nets
Slowly and surely mirroring how others penetrate
Contrasting someone’s saying of believing in other’s “good”
As if the bet between the god and the evil
In which the 2 are so keen on teaching the primary kid
So much work of planting some multi-facet seeds
Among family, among friends, among colleagues

Happily seeing the image behind the happy-clown-twisted mirror
Namely reality and humanity
Network? Position? ... if not value
Or according to one’s judgment
It’s just all about money
Behind the lovely curtain of mankind
Reality… that’s how we call this
Then things will be very easy
As everything is just mathematics, if not mechanics

R..e…l…a…t…i…o…n..s…h..i…p….
The word commonly spoken yet not so much valued
Wondering if there are really twelve ways to understand
As if once in a while the interpretation of SBA
The lovely magic R ending with a P
As much as curious as a cat or Peter Pan
For once thinking of revenge or mirroring back
For another sec dreaming of letting go saying what the heck
Neither way nor it releasing what’s hidden in depth
Wondering what to trust upon the road of tests
As if the lovely clink-clink sound of the water bubbles
As the adult keeps asking the kid why keeps blowing
If all the bubbles are destined to be breaking
For such saying reveals nothing philosophy
As if the strong stick to believe in hope
Or the fragile calls the taxi to frail
Sailing in the boat for the life long direction
Writing the tale that unfolds self assertion