Water, you flow
with one oxygen two hydrogen
Up, to the peak of my thoughts, the tip
of my tongue, you flow, for the sake of flow,
for the sake of flow of life itself.
You are flowing up, not down, so allow me
to flow with you though I am
neither hydrogen nor oxygen.
A bloomed peony blooming I am,
petal by petal, falling into you,
singing about you, a formidable force,
roaring temper, tendering tendency
And endless perpetual flow.
Had I have any joy, let my joy be small.
Had I have any sorrow, let my sorrow be short.
had I learn any, let my lesson be simple.
Allow me to surrender my fate to you,
Water, be gentle. Be gentle with me
For my blushing soul knows no soulless abyss,
nor the season afterward, for I
recognize only this moment
that spooned by you, cradled by you,
destroyed and absorbed by you.
Water, have me in you, a muffled petal,
the last one, falling from an aromatic peony,
to your flow.
(2019.4.26)
Had I have any joy, let my joy be small. Had I have any sorrow, let my sorrow be short. had I learn any, let my lesson be simple. wishes that are so fine and leads to positive attitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reading this poem inspired me to write PALACE OF WATER, but my poem is ponderous and clogged with facts. You put lots of depth into the simple image of a floating peony petal. Your poem has force and momentum...an enlivening read.
Denis, your poem is thoughts provoking. Very appreciated your comments.