New Impression Poem by Cigeng Zhang
New Impression
The sweetest touch was not garden dahlias
Neither were peach blossoms, nor daisies
That was the autumnal morning kisses
Spreading all over the inches on your roofs
Mandolin played your sealed memory
No longer a song sung by hearts of many
Why you remained repeating the old rhythm
The young bird was the earlies listener passing by
You knew someone began thinking of a long-lost one
Your song was stuck in your throat, yet, you sang
Wonderful poem, it always amazes me how a certain smell or image triggers a lot of memories.
YOUR SONG WAS STUCK IN YOUR THROAT, YET YOU SANG. This is a marvelous last line for your new poem. It highlights the struggle involved in Creative Writing, and the commitment of the poet to complete his poetic mission despite obstacles. And the line acknowledges we are all of us wounded in some way and POETRY becomes a beacon to guide us toward health and recovery. I may be projecting a lot onto your poem, but I'm confident my projections just extend what is implicit in the poem. I love the passage where the YOUNG bird hears the OLD rhythm because it means he will carry that music into the future where it will continue to give joy.
Vivid imagery and nostalgic memories of time gone by. Lovely poem, Cigeng. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 8:09:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Morning kisses! Thanks for sharing this lovely poem with us.