Woodpecker And A Poet Poem by Kong Yin

Woodpecker And A Poet



Hey, Woodpecker,
why the heck are you so loud,
as if I didn’t know your whereabouts?
Are you making a racket
solely to shatter the woods’ solitude?

What do you mean, you’re lonely?
Those snails and squirrels,
aren’t they watching your pranks?
The purple-feathered bird,
wasn’t he playing with you yesterday?

Ah, Woodpecker!
Most lonely is my poetry,
struggling my whole life in dry riverbeds,
in images of a dewed rose
illuminating the dim forest,
witnessing cold-hearted people,
overlooking her, trampling,
wearing contemptuous sneers.

Woodpecker And A Poet
Monday, December 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poet
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