by Rose Lu

The Hint of June

The blue sky is touching me, touching
And entering in my heart with the white clouds

The garden in June
Has new buds sprouting every night
And new flowers blossoming every morn

The mighty main in June
That holds the dreams of the sky
Moves the dancing wings of foamy flowers

A ship sailing into the distance
Is softly blending the hues
Of the sky and the sea

Two coconut trees standing hand in hand
On the windfront shore
Unable to get the hint of June

The Bird

Ah, hair standing on end
I found it turned out to be a bird
Launching off the tree.

I don’t know
Whether I scared her
Or she scared me.

What a bird!
For I turned back
But she, didn’t.

The Seventeen’s

The emerald-like innermost feeling of the yore
Spreads out at the deepest part of the soul 　
Shimmering with dark-green light on the other bank of time

The maid wearing a pink skirt
With a confused heart
Often strolls on the bank-side grass
Yet she can never pass
Even with expectation and aspirations
The ivy-coated door

Daylight and starlight continually keep replacing each other
With tear drops gliding adown on the strings
Crystal clear, salty bitter, and still silent

The ever-lasting fair shadow of adolescence
Treads the lawn of life painful
And the sweetness of seventeen’s will stay lingering lifetime after all.

Note on Author’s Work:

Rose Lu also had five poems published in the April 2013 issue of Eastlit.