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SOPHY CHEN Oct 2013
Sonnet 3    
Tuberose
By Sophy Chen


As I was young my mom planted some flowers
In front of our old wooden house in springs
In my memory they were peony, China rose
However what I loved the most was tuberose

In summer night it’s a nice time to me
You could sit in yard to listen the night birds
Singing on cliffs, insets singing in bushes
And look at the moon moving in night skies

However, while your heart was beating at pace
With insets singing and in the sudden
From nowhere floating a rays of fragrance
In the moon a bunch of tuberose blossoms

As these flowers always bloom in moon nights
Your great poem may be living in its fragrance



2013-10-05    In China
Niel Nov 2020
Like a collapsing tool
who’s pieces are smaller tools
Making other tools, made of smaller ones
        Spiraling out ad infinum
Spreading out past their nonexistant boundaries
until there becomes a faint orange glow..
                                                          ­      All over.
          And over again.
Until it’s gathered to assignment all presence
Then it turns into a tool of tools, over defined and sparingly malignant.
          Over turning on itself and holding grudges
Striking insets of childish nature
While springs and leaves hold their settings
Meta morphosis exhausting possibilities in a lovely fashion
          Crisp dews and inner faerie gather
A collection of fierce love helping itself to every serving with little consequence

— The End —