Title poem: About the lotus flower
Imitate fish
The cloud that has not yet given birth to scales
Naked, white
Tempting the water plants that tremble in the waist
The sky sank to the bottom
On the top of his head is a lotus flower with a blushing face
Speak with the wind, with the fragrance
A dusty premortal life in samsara
Screw the screws
The automatic baler is out of order
The entire assembly line was forced to stop
The roar of the grooving machine came to an abrupt halt
There were seven people in the class
Waiting for continued production, waiting for production
Waiting for the piecework wage where every second counts
Broken parts are waiting for me
I waited for a screwdriver with a wooden handle
Open the hidden structure inside the steel for me
A colleague stood nearby
"I read the moments you posted last night
A set of poems about distant places
I don't know much about it, though
But I liked it."
……
"No wonder every time you rest
I asked you to drink and play cards, but I didn't come
It turned out that he was hiding at home and writing
This thing doesn't make money."
……
"You write poetry
You really shouldn't be a worker here."
I was silent
Keep turning the screwdriver
Another screw was tightened
Ginkgo biloba in November
Here are the three major teams of the Dajia traffic police
For the first time
I witnessed the real ginkgo tree
He stood alone by the yard full of parked vehicles
Holding aloft the last remnants of autumn's splendor
With silent withering
In this hustle and bustle of the city
Occupies a small piece of quiet territory
I'm waiting to deal with a minor traffic accident
The ginkgo tree is waiting for the wind to blow away the remaining leaves
Author: Li Ping, a post-70s amateur writer, a part-time poet, has been insisting on writing in the cracks of making a living, was recommended to join the Hubei Writers Association in 2021, and was elected as the vice chairman of the Xian'an District Writers Association in Xianning City, Hubei Province in 2022. has always been busy with work and survival, reading books in his spare time, insisting on writing, although humble, but never sighing, alone in the text along the path of poetry to the otherworldly spiritual palace.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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