clouds look like stiff peaked meringue mountains
if I stand up straight I can almost touch them the air is fresh here and so I breathe deeply wind rushing against skin, the wilds are calling
"Will you leave me then?"
The leaves blew North "After you fly?" "After your documents?" "After our children?" "After my youth?" "After my life?" The leaves flickered in a circle "When will it be?" They quickened, spinning, filling the atmospheric pressure "Please tell me when you do" A hurricane ceaselessly swallowing all the forests surrounding its vision, carried the world with it, travelling so far West was East.
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I'm saving this one for a special moment.
Adorable forests ...
from my mountains ... here ... where i do live ... where i used to write ... sending you my words ... send you the words... my words ... wrapped in love ... drenched within my heart ... to you there ... at your place ... where you used ... with your heart ... to read my feelings ... through my words ... which it created ... only for you ... O the most beautiful lady ... who ever ... my eyes saw ... and took me away ... from my mountains ... to her place ... to you sweetheart ... and for you ... writing ... and singing ... into my adorable forests ... hazem al ...
A belly full of tasteful food,
With a tankard filled with good drink, As well as the smell of sweet tobacco Is calming to the mind of any man; A fire with a kind flame, A book filled with adventure, As friends tell cheerful tales Can fill his life with enjoyment; The cool wind upon his back, The fresh air entering the lungs, As the rain falls from up high Offers a relaxed feeling for most; The sound of calm streams As well as the mighty rivers, And the sight of the forests Is enough to bring a man's soul peace; The green leaves that are on the trees That grow to tremendous heights, With roots deep within the skin of earth Brings much amazement and wonder; When the sun has fully sunk A sky full of stars is revealed With a moon that shines bright Brings tears to the eyes; Home is where the heart is And mine is within the mountains, For having experienced their beauty I pity any man who's never seen them.
started on October 9th, 2020 revised on November 30th, 2020 Translation of a Chinese poem by **** Wei: "I know no good way to live and I can't stop getting lost in my thoughts, my ancient forests." I think getting lost in ancient forests sounds lovely. I get lost in my head in old familiar battlefields and imagined future apocalypses. But an ancient forest with cool, shaded layers of trees doesn't sound so bad I guess it is the lost part that is the problem. Maybe the ancient forests wouldn't be so bad if the poet knew where he was. Feet touching the earth anchoring this self to this exact spot the soul a beacon to the world's gps system. I am here. I am not lost. I am.
**** Wei was a Chinese poet who lived from 699 to 759 during the Tang dynasty. This translation of the poem is from The Overstory, by Richard Powers, on page 41.
Cradled in the forests Evergreen The trees and the tender vines For the nature’s basket Produce prime Stunted growth In the urban confines Smog and smoke A breath of sigh Burdened shoulders The trees and tender vines Sustenance They pray
gently i descend the heavens,
on a feathery whiff silky mane fluttering. approaching planet deep blue or, is it some shade of grey? landed on umm... helipad? i fill my lungs with the air perfumed cough cough -- maybe not. so much for mama' s tall tales! kicking a hoof, leap i go into the nearest forest or, whatever is left of it.
many dappled shadows
played on the forest's floor as light winds did blow
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝓌𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉