Poetry Scene 丨 Jiang Wu: A picture of yourself

A photo of yourself

◎ Ginger Witch

In the rain

It started to drizzle at noon

A few low buildings with white blue tiles

Bounce up the raindrops and get wet quietly

The world became lighter

Even if they are around

Piled high with stones

As depressing as a residential building

I don't like the buildings

But all the cities were occupied

All the streets are like

I've walked countless times

All the scenic spots, mountains and trees

All with traces of artificiality

Crater

Suddenly found out

Phone on the protective cover

A small piece was shaved off

Like a little crater

A dark blue pit floor is exposed

I don't know when I touched it

I don't know what it encountered

It's like you always show up

Lots of inexplicable wounds

They magically appear

And magically disappeared

It was like we were lying down and asleep

In the wounds of the earth

Until it is forgotten by everyone

Missing Majorana

He just disappeared

Empty deck from the sea

Shimmered around like an island

Inexplicable us

Guess the reasons for the devouring

"This decision was made as a last resort.

It does not contain any selfish elements..."

A bright and charismatic black hole

According to a letter dated March 26

The ocean rejected him again

Argentina, Nazi Germany

Rome and Sicily

He let people go as they wanted

Walk in their curiosity

Sometimes hiding in monasteries

Sometimes hide their faces from the tramps

The pace is firm and the direction is blurred

Humans on Mars

Alyssa Carson, 19 years old

Decided to leave Earth and fly to Mars

Decided not to marry and not to have children

Be lonely as the first inhabitant

"Noble souls," they said

"Awe-inspiring", the young hermit

It's so firm that it's worrying

I don't know if she really figured it out

She wasn't going to a forest surrounded by crowds

Not a homeland illuminated by words

No birds will fly by

There will be no courier knocking on the door

There will be no unfamiliar gaze as a background

She will use Mars as her body

She will be named like Adam

Her father in Louisiana

Would look up at her like looking at the moon

That captain is average

Stand in the cheers of the blue waves

Ride the strip of stone

It's the young you

You laugh sheepishly

Look to the sky

The T-shirt was blown by the wind

Snap against the mast

I recognize it in your face

Rooted in my blood

Many faces

Then they flew out

Like a whirlwind

Or agree or accuse

Correct your sleepwalking limbs

In the end you didn't either

Come to me

I could only look from a distance

Bless and envy you

Long afternoon

The tea you sent has been drunk

Cup with tea strainer that you sent

It has also been broken, and you have chosen me the clothes

I wore it on my body, and it was a lot brighter

You went to Guanshan Park, and I went

The lotus flowers in the pool bloom just right

You stayed in school for four years, though not

The same campus makes me feel at home

The streets you've walked through are still noisy and sweltering

Hold up our feet like writing

A conflicting couple on the road

Boys are as aggressive as I am

I don't know if it's like me in your mouth

Resolutely do not change, the road oleander flourished

Press down on the white wall, but it is a pity that it is not good to shoot

Can't send you the beauty I see

The time you're away looks like this one

I looped the song all afternoon

There's a lyric in it: No matter what era

Men and women are each other's spiritual pillars

(Excerpted from the second half of Yanhe Magazine, Issue 10, 2021)

Jiang Wu was born in 1997 in Linxia, Gansu Province, and graduated from Wuhan University. His works were published in "Poetry Journal", "Yangtze River", "Shilin" and other publications, and was selected for the 11th "October Poetry Conference". He is currently working at Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House.