Chen Hsiu-chen 陳秀珍（Taiwan）

Chen Hsiu-chen

Chen Hsiu-chen, graduated from Department of Chinese Literature in Tamkang University and has been served as an editor in newspaper and magazines. Her publications include essay “A Diary About My Son, 2009”, poetry “String Echo in Forest,2010”, ”Mask. 2018”and “Uncertain Landscape, 2017”, “Tamsui poetry,2018” “BoneFracture,2018” as well as Mandarin-English-Spanish trilingual “Promise,2017”. Her poems have been selected into Mandarin-English-Spanish trilingual anthologies “Poetry Road Between Two-Hemispheres, 2015” and “Voices from Taiwan, 2017”, as well as Spanish “Opus Testimoni, 2017” and Italian “Dialoghi, 2017”.  She participated Formosa International Poetry Festivals in Taiwan held in 2015~2019 annually ,  Kathak International Poets Summit in Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2016,International Poetry Festival “Ditët e Naimit” in Tetova, Macedonia, 2016, Capulí Vallejo y su Tierra in Peru,2017, International Poetry Festival of Sidi Bou Saïd Tunisia, 2018, “Tras las Huellas del Poeta”in Chile, 3^rd International Poetry Festival in Hanoi, Vietnam, 2019as well as 6^thIasi International Poetry Festival in Romania, 2019 .She was awarded with estrella matutina by Festival of Capulí Vallejo y su Tierra in Peru, 2018.

Mailing address

陳秀珍

Chen Hsiu-chen

email: janjanyuga@gmail.com

      保證Promise

 陳秀珍詩集  Poems by Chen Hsiu-chen  

 李魁賢英譯 Translated by Lee Kuei-shien

         陳秀珍詩集.    Poemas de Chen Hsiu-chen

         簡瑞玲翻譯    Traducido por Nuria Suiling

目 次 Contents

冬II Winter II

保證Promise

鳥有無限自由The Bird Has Unlimited Freedom

洋蔥Onion

夜讀Reading at Night

閱讀Reading

潛水事件Diving Accident

森林The Forest

人與神I People and God I

人與神II People and God II

銅像I Bronze Statue I

銅像II Bronze Statue II

有機生活Organic Life

面具The Mask

不確定的風景Uncertain Scenery

海I The Sea I

桃花Peach Blossom

心跳聲 The Heartbeats

讀詩Poetry Recital

門The Door

玫瑰物語 Something About Roses

風箏The Kite

曼陀羅2 Mandala 2

猫頭鷹 Owls

海岸Coast

國旗National Flag

微電影2 Micro Movie 2

月亮的心The Heart of Moon

在達卡俱樂部摔跤Falling in Dhaka Club

野柳女王頭I Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark I

野柳女王頭II Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark II

野柳女王頭III Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark III

野柳女王頭IV Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark IV

野柳女王頭V Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark V

淡水Tamsui

島與海Island and Sea

燭與影I Candle and Shadow I

燭與影II Candle and Shadow II

燭與影III Candle and Shadow III

雕像The Sculpture

我願意 I Will

等Waiting

為了⋯⋯For the Purpose of……

我很想I Really Want

我一再逃避I escape over and over

詩人送我一塊石頭The Poet Presented to me a Stone

過敏Allergy

作者簡介About the Author

譯者簡介About the Translator

Winter II

For welcome the snow

the leaves

leave the vacancy of

whole mountain.

1998

 Promise

I promise

I dare to promise

I promise to you with my personality and my life

We promise

We dare to promise

We promise to you with our moral character and our prestige

The party promises to the people

The boss promises to the employee

The merchant promises to the customer

The man promises to the woman

The adult promises to the child

The honeybee promises to the flower

The wave promises to the beach

The wind promises to the leaves

The love promises to the eternity

The God promises to the soul

Promise

Promise

Promise

The bloody history has promised to the peace

1998

 The Bird Has Unlimited Freedom

The bird has freedom of unlimited unknown

The bird has freedom of eating without laboring

The bird has freedom of perching without selection

The bird has freedom of singing toward the prison

The bird has freedom of dancing before the master

The bird has freedom of shitting at any place

The bird has freedom of flying to and fro over stormy waves

The bird has freedom of nearsightedness

The bird has freedom of going weak at the legs

The bird has freedom of pecking out wings

The bird has freedom of forgetting love

The bird has freedom of forgetting enemy

Ah, the bird

is free

The bird has freedom of forgetting freedom

1998

Onion

Dissect your heart

drip my tears

a dilemma of love

1998

 Reading at Night

As the night curtain

falls all around

I open

the front page

to read a poem

with lip language

silently.

That front page as white

as thoroughly,

I read it thousand times

even ten thousand.

The length of

one poem

as measured is

an entire summer night

completely blue

in liquid state.

The poem

without one word

fulfills dense and numerous sweet

your name.

1998

《A global magazine》6首詩與簡歷照片parthasoccer@gmail.com 2019.09.03

Reading 

You carefully examine a leaf

whether there is an epoch thereon!

The mystery of each leaf vein forwarding to an annual ring

reveals respective prosperous age.

A leaf may lead to visit a forest,

and a forest probably hides

a password to open the world.

You deeply examine

a leaf

as read a Bible respectfully.

                                

2003.12.18

 Diving Accident

As I submerged into water,

someone cried for help

someone threw a life buoy

someone jumped into water regardless of danger.

At last, they found

I was simply challenging myself

the extreme limit of diving capability.

When I dropped into water again

someone cheered me going on

someone waited for me with bouquet

no one in the cheer team knew

I was losing my diving ability.

2005.06

The Forest

In autumn, the life’s tree,

its memories like leaves

are yellowing and falling

one after another.

Across the forest

the colorful leaves are all around

as if the pages scattered from

the memoires one and another.

Occasionally,

I pick up one leaf

of residue in memory.

The forest stretches endless

I cannot determine which leaf

belongs to which branch.

Some leaves float with the wind

as if the prey struggled on the spider web,

resisting against the strong death.

The path extends far from out of sight

to sometime forgetting to recognize

and eventually towards forgetting to memorize.

In turning round,

the fog engulfs all forest

all memory.

The universe

retrogresses to the beginning of the world.

2013.01.24

 People and God I

The people on both sides of the war

believe the same God.

The left side insists——the truth is ours,    

The right side insists——the justice is ours.    

Both sides face toward the same God at same time

to pray for the victory on the same battlefield.

The God is separated into two halves

and caught in a dilemma.

2014.07.28

 People and God II

The people on both sides of the war

believe different Gods.

Both sides face toward own God to pray

for the victory on the same battlefield.

The left side insists own to be victory,    

The right side insists opposite to be defeated.    

The war between people to people

becomes an innocent war

between God to God. 

The people utilizes missiles to decide

whose God

is a real one.

2014.07.28

Bronze Statue I

Even incapable of turning back

the bronze statue erects on

an artificially raised basement

and looks down on the whole world.

After mastication of history

for some tens years,

by now, a little bit residue

of memory cannot be spat out.

The bronze statue with nobody in his eyes

lost himself in the disordered time an space intersection

being in a daze for long years.

Standing on the turning point of history

the bronze statue

is a dementia old man lost his way.

2014.08.14

 Bronze Statue II

Tough

competition with mummy

which one would be much more immortal.

The bronze statue compares with mummy

the latter has laid down

the former sustains to stand faintly.

The one provides a soft strength

able to occupy  a position

in the famous museum.

The another is

still unable to find out

a place in history.

2014.08.20

 Organic Life

You spend your organic life.

First thing as opening your eyes

is going to slide your mobile phone,

sliding to and fro,

slide yourself into an unreal world.

I spend my inorganic life.

First thing as opening my eyes

is going to see you sliding your mobile phone,

sliding to and fro,

slide me out of your organic world.

In the farm of your organic world

are there cocks to wake-up your mind？

You spend your organic life.

I spend my inorganic life.

First thing as opening your eyes

is going to slide your mobile phone,

First thing as opening my eyes

is going to see you sliding your mobile phone.

Sliding to and fro,

you slide yourself into an unreal world.

Sliding to and fro,

you slide me out of your organic world.

In the farm of your organic world

are there cocks to wake-up your mind？

2014.08.05

The Mask

The mask through makeup

can no longer cover the footprints

left behind by trample of the years.

The mask changed by reshaping operation

retrieves the features of youth, yet

the secret of annual rings being concealed within body.

Every one competes to change a face of super star,

the famous doctor busy to reveal for his believers,

changing a face just like exchange a visiting card,

changing a face just like replacing a fig leaf.

However, I have only one face

impossibly returning to my spring time,

fully at easy towards the heaven and the earth,

the features are exhibition stages of natural beauty.

My face loyal to the God

will test

your love to

me.

2014.11.25

Uncertain Scenery

A cloud

drags whole sky

passing through temporal process.

Two eyeballs

lead a concrete body

passing through spatial wilderness.

Overall

would be switched off

by a drunk

red face.

At the moment,

it becomes an uncertain scenery.

2015.03.06

The Sea I

The sea

collects the tears from sky

so that streams the deep blue blood.

The sea

confronts a smiling blue mountain

so that suffers from green lovesick.

Within my heart

there is buried a sea too.

Separated by a sea area

I confront an isolated island

Inaccessible forever.

Whenever I ask the sky

my salty tears

unbearably fall out of my eyes

down to the sea within my heart..

When the sea within my heart floods

I turn to the boundless sea

dripping my pearl tears.

The sea cultivated by tears

will return the tears

to the sky.

2015.07.22

Peach blossom

You said

nobody likes real peach blossom

everybody loves

the plastic flower without tears.

However,

I have been long since

and so far still

beside you.

Your eyes are busy in weeping,

anyway,

without finding me.

2015.07.31

The Heartbeats

A clock was hung on

the heartland of the living room

making a sound of

heartbeats of an old house.

I was absent

in your heartland

yet I desired

to make a sound of your heartbeats.

You occupied

my heart land

but made

a sound of others.

The Son of Man was hung on

the heartland of the history

making a sound of

heartbeat of the rebirth.

2015.08.08

 Poetry Recital

The poetry is recited

by means of blooming ears.

I am enchanted by

your mysterious tremolo with a little aroma.

I utilize your poetry

every sentence every word

to tattoo my heart.

I miss the way

within the zigzag labyrinth of your language.

I turn to read a lot of lofty mountains range

at last

I catch the white deer

in the forest among faint cloudy mists with flower scents.

But your footsteps going far away

have disturbed

to hurt my heart.

2015.09.07

The Door

My door

is prepared for you to open.

What secret is hidden under the magician red scarf？

What God resides in the temple？

What hidden behind the door

is an astonished scenery.

The garment

is a thin door,

the wrapping paper too,

waits for your hand

to open, if you do not

I could not hear the sweet sounds

the fawn bumping the door.

The lip

is a door every one has.

It appears

a smiling or not

depending it opens or closed.

After all, it remains a puzzle

whether Mona Lisa showed a grin

to da Vinci.

Some lips

open for Holy Grail,

the locked heart

could not unlocked even by the God.

2015.09.18

Something About Roses

We all say

we love roses

I want to love roses

to love roses a little more in secret

rather than such love that the vase to flowers

In fact

we love roses

without the problem who more and who less

We miss roses

without distribute who more and who less 

You use the camera

for rating the sorrow and beauty of the roses

to resist the eventual fading of memories

I want to be the stalk of roses

and the bones of roses

to sustain the smiling of roses

Either chubby or slim

either gorgeous or pale

all are roses

Either in dancing or keeping still

either on fire or under frost

no flowers are not roses

All roses has thorns

insisting to against violence

the thorns of roses may sometime

accidentally stab the flowers-loving people

making the roses more brilliant by their bleeding

After the blooming season

my mind constantly emerges the figure of roses

my ears at any time resounds the song by roses

I breathe the smell of roses

I mumble the whisper by roses

Roses, oh roses

roses never fade

roses are more real than

my existence

2015.09.26

 The Kite

Oh, wind

please bring me to the summit

to watch the landscape with the eyes of cloud,

please blow me to the sea

to watch the time with single eye of sunset,

please send me to the rainbow

to watch the creation at the level of the God,

please release me gently

let me watch the world at the angle from the valley.

2015.10.27

 Mandala 2Ⅱ

In the lesson for drawing the mandala in dreamland

someone says never dreaming

someone in the dream does not wake up

someone in the dream refuses to wake up

someone fell into the same dream as Zhuangzi did

someone fell into the same dream as the butterfly did

Dreamless people draw dreamland for others

at the place where no way to go

presenting another spring unexpectedly

The people who repeat nightmares

envy the people who never fall into a dream

The people who never fall into a dream

envy the people who has a sweet dream

The people who has a sweet dream

regret eventually wake up from the sweet dream

Drawing a poisonous snake

may release the fear

Drawing a dream to lover

may create poems for a life long

Drawing an unforgettable dream for others

may make up for own deficiency of dreams

The dream

is a meniscus lens of the reality

The people who claim own dreamless

must be in sober dreaming

2015.11.09

Owls

I am secluded in a mountainside domicile

watching Taipei 101 building through opening window

At the bottom of tall bamboo joint

an owl hide there

Like all owls in the wilderness

at night stare its round eyes

like a pair of diamonds

Owls have a full body camouflage

except the high-resolution eyes by neglect

At dark night

I conceal my black eyes due to insomnia

for the basic need of security

I am something like a quiet hunter

but as soon as confronting to a owl

with strong challenging eyes

I become as if

a voluntary sacrifice

2015.11.09

 Coast

Your hands embrace as coast

around my body.

My emotional ocean surges from undercurrent,

with waves constantly submerge me,

constantly rushing towards the solid coast.

You praise by words the ocean reluctant to subside,

your words and my words

link to become the meandering coast.

Many years afterwards,

the ocean probably becoming as dry land

will perpetually breathe

and chant

in the poetry sentences impregnated with oxygen.

2015.11.16

    National Flag

We need a flag,

a flag clearly indicating

our national identity.

The banana leaves grown from motherland

pleasantly fluttering

under the sky of freedom.

Like mother’s waving hands

extending into your dream to vibrate your mind

after your leaving homeland.

Like the lover’s long hairs dancing with the wind,

tying the longing for each other in a distance

with thousands of concerns at long nights.

A national flag will be born from morning frog

gradually vivid clarified

and brilliant like the baby smile.

The national flag

will witness the suffering of a state to be born

and solidify the nationals as the masters of country.

Let the national flag

arises from the horizon

from the soul of each national.

2016.01.20

Micro Movie 2Ⅱ

I was afraid

time

will erase you

erase your deep affection for me

I run hurriedly to you

along the way

the junction was always erected

a red light as if the Mount Everest

     the red light of fate

Overrunning the heavy destiny

I

further confront

a vast expanse of water

I have

neither boat

nor swimming skills

If you were the

same as me too

decided to hold a driftwood insistently

to encounter together for thousand miles distance

whether

we will probably

in the vast water

     passed a wrong way 

     and missed each other for life

otherwise

at last

we found each other

but you

have lost

any common mark

sufficiently to be recognized

2016.02.03

 The Heart of Moon

               —To Zakariae Bouhmala

Your song

switches on

the moonlight in Dhaka.

Whenever you sing in Mandarin

"……the moon represents my heart…"

I turn myself into a tuberose.

Whenever the traffic jam

you connect us with your song

to a paradise fulfilled with melody.

Whenever the traffic smooth

you bring us with your song

flying over the ocean and the date line.

Your Chinese and my English

just leave a beautiful

misunderstood space.

Even so

you still endeavor to serve as a bridge

between me and your father.

We both and your

father, a famous poet,

a gentle father,

a romantic father,

an intellectual father,

talk about everything.

We slapped high fives in celebration

for your crazy father

thinking about to bring the bouquets

dedicated in Bangladesh back to Morocco

for emitting the fragrance in the vase.

We decided at our will

asking your father as our guide

to Milan Scala Opera House,

the moon never distinguished in his mind.

In Formosa

there is also moon,

please follow the paved silver moonlight

accompany me to pursue with Taiwan island.

2016.02.12

 Falling in Dhaka Club

My high heels,

unfamiliar with the club,

fell down on the steps.

At night,

due to inattention,

I fell with my heels,

whereupon picked up a lot of  careful eyes.

Bangla tour guide concerned about any hurt,

Moroccan poet suggested to rub some Nivea

Taiwan poet said ......

Since then, I am no longer afraid of falling

Since then, the guides prohibited me from falling

After returned to Taipei

the wound was healed

but itches itch from time to time

It itches

something like long buried yearning.

2016.02.12

 Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark I

You are the Queen

everyone all over the world says so

In fact, you are nothing but

a woman

the Love is the only one crown

of yours

At all seasons

the rushing wind always gives you this secret：

he is not coming

he is

not coming

Every surging tidal wave

brings you a ray of hope

that he

will be coming

You as a slave of love

looks sadly with eyes

penetrating through layers of haze

toward

the lost love

You must withstand

again and again wind

cold

Don’t let cough

coughs to

break

your slim and faint neck

Your noble neck

has long since been intolerable to

heavy pearl necklace

as a token of love

Yet you are still

day and night looking for

your unique

crown

    2016.03.13

 Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark II

After landing

from love yearning sea

the mermaid

failed to find the prince

that she loves in secret

As soon as looking back

she has lost her tail

for swimming back to the ocean of life

Since then

she beached on

an oriental island

becoming a fairy tale

At the end of this tale

I am not different from the mermaid

Before declaring by myself as a Queen

I have the eager eyes to look

for love

I am her

incarnation

2016.03.14

 Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark III

This fossil body

conceals

a sad soul

a crystal glass heart

Someone owes you a lot of loves

Someone gives you a credit for life long tears

In oral legend

the life-giving body

went slowly

towards respective secret garden

In the never promised garden

would the spring sprouts

silently

The vine of love

has been trapped in struggle within the stony gaps

and eventually creeps

little by little around my heart tightly

2016.03.14

 Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark IV

Like a plant

engaged in secret

to the heavy salty land

for centuries

Someone molded a living woman

looking out over the world

unmoved in wind blowing

unmoved in rain beating

to wait for a romantic story

under the rumor sky

May be she like me

just coming here to sit quietly

for seeking a relief

but meditating too deep

to become

a princess to be awaken by a kiss

I closed my eyes to look for love

rather let sound wave full-loaded in the ears

chanting the sutras for me day and night

2016.03.15

 Queen’s Head Rock in Yehliu Geopark V

You are the woman emerging from the canvas of Modigliani

With a slim and elegant

but sorrowful long neck

you are the beloved of Modigliani in dream

At the very beginning to paint you

Modigliani didn’t give you the eyeballs to

reflect the shine of lover’s eyes

The empty eye sockets are full of gray loneliness

with unknown sadness like a song of moonlight

covering all over your pure body

Modigliani has eventually

endowed the eyeballs to you

forming two blue oceans

with excited waves one after another

overflowing your eye sockets

The God gave you

the eyes looking for light

but you use your eyes

to find out bitter love

In the balance on your hand

the love is heavier than the life

You hurt yourself as a bloody rose

returned your eyes to the God

and the soul to compensate the love

You are the woman belonging to Modigliani

Your name is Jeanne Hébuterne

In fact

you are just named

a woman

2016.03.22

 Tamsui

Under the blue sky

Tamsui the township

nestles among the green ocean.

The train transported away the old time a little by little.

The MRT* brings in the flocks of tourists in waves.

My youth dance steps have polished

the lanterns avenue in Tamkang University.

The sunset admired by Rev. Mackay**

now fishes by the Fisherman's Wharf.

The tourists flock as fishes.

Guanyin*** has been insisting to lay on the mountaintop

in greeting you from a distance to dedicate poetry.

What is the happy time in Tamsui

is neither the old time

nor the new age.

From right bank to the left,

from flowers withering to blooming,

I accompany with you side by side into a time labyrinth,

in this way to keep the best time

surely in all my life.

*MRT is abbreviated from Mass Rapid Transit, the metro system in Taipei area.

**Rev. George Leslie Mackay (1844~1901) was the first Canadian Presbyterian

  missionary to Formosa on 1871 New Year's Eve and then have lived in Tamsui

  all his life.

***Guanyin, the Bodhisattva of Compassion or Goddess of Mercy (Sanskrit

   Avalokiteśvara).

2016.04.12

  

 Island and Sea

Walking along the downtown street

I feel myself as a small floating island.

If you are also

a floating island,

please connect with me

to become a land with unlimited scenery.

If you are

a mysterious ocean

having same beats as mine,

please embrace my solid coast

with your arms.

Whenever weeping too much

I feel myself becoming a dead sea.

If you are also a sea

please connect with me

to become a vast expanse of waters

swashing waves in dance ceaselessly.

If you are an isolated island

I invite you to reside within my ocean

to reduce my full sadness.

My ears of seashells

will listen to your

sweet whispers.

2016.04.15

Candle and Shadow I

In the darkness

you are looking for me

to have my body as an altar

burn into a firing phoenix.

In your trembling spark

I manifest myself

and become

your shadow.

By how much you love me

you will burn how intensively

until the last oxygen extinguished.

In the darkness I follow you step by step

while you occupy me inch by inch

with a rhythm of the light.

The dance of flame

and the dance of love

play a twin dance show of death

with an ultimate beautiful.

2016.05.07

Candle and Shadow II

Whether it originates from

either love or hate.

You don’t hesitate to burn yourself

becoming a small volcano

and to incinerate

your shadow ceaselessly.

In the long night

the shadow is an unstable black moth.

2016.05.08

Candle and Shadow III

By light

you illuminate

my existence

like an unique stage.

You sway the flickers

like a flag in my territory.

Prisoned by you

I am also a shadow

to have recourse to a gust of wind.

The wind would not

blow out your love

instead promoting your flame of love.

In tears

you are telling me

to release me a little by little.

2016.05.14

 The Sculpture

The sculpture carefully crafted by the sculptor

displays various different aspects.

In some aspects its eyes are as mysterious as secluded valley.

In some aspects its eyes are as shining as white flame.

Some eyes long for dense eyelashes.

Some eyes long for black eyeballs.

Some eyes long for tear drops.

In the everlasting time

I wait impatiently for one statue

saying one true word to me.

During the perpetual waiting

the sculpture continuously addicts to

the temporal eternity.

The sculpture keeps silent,

yet speaks out everything.

I always say much for pursuing eternity,

yet nothing after all.

2016.05.28

I Will

I will

burn myself in late autumn

providing you a reddish warm

But you rather want

a whole forest in spring time

while I am just a maple tree alone

                    2016.06.30

Waiting

I have waited for you

on the bridge

for another whole day

without finding you.

The bridge has waited for me

on the water

for another whole night

with holding me.

I have waited for you

on the bridge for years,

the bridge has waited for me

on the water for centuries.

The bridge sighs with an autumn wind,

I bleed out of my heart.

2016.07.05

For the Purpose of……

        ——No. 17 from “Bone Fracture”

I am approaching to you

by every step.

How urgently

you run toward a streak of light.

How quickly

you escape from the storm.

You are not such a person,

simply because my bone fracture

makes me misunderstanding you.

I say so, anyway,

for the purpose of

approaching to you.

I would rather

backwards the light

advancing into the storm

approaching to you.

2016.08.04

I Really Want

Hobbling along on crutches

I cannot play with you

Hide-and-seek.

I really want

pat you from behind

as you pay no attention,

to see you at once losing temper and daring not angry,

this trick ineffective due to the sounding of my crutches.

Approaching to you in secret

is my utmost fun.

At the moment I simply wear a mask

leaning against you in public.

2016.08.05

I Escape Over and Over

I escape over and over

from your lightning eyes,

worrying about your eyes unable

to restrain from raining, after lightning

I am used to

allow my eyes clear up everyday,

in such

would not unable to distinguish between

whether the sky makes me raining

or I make the sky weeping.

In the beautiful landscapes,

in the affectionate town Tamsui,

during the poetry festival

in practice of hug and kiss for greeting,

we should be walking side by side

into the temporal labyrinth.

Under the autumn sunshine,

on the light rainy old street,

in the pleasant season

I practice over and over

leaving you.

At my one side are you and

other side is the God I pray for help.

Oh, my God,

it is said your plight

more serious than human being.

2016.09.11

The Poet Presented to me a Stone

The poet Chuang Chin-kuo

Presented to me a lovely stone,

arriving at my hands

probably transferred over and over.

Its profile assimilated with my familiar island,

my beloved native land.

As soon as I saw it

I immediately call out its name

Taiwan.

It looks like

a colony beloved by all,

under different rulers

called several names,

none belonging to itself.

When you encounter with me,

call me other names,

I definitely turn away at once.

Calling me my exact name

is the first step to love me.

2016.09.12

Allergy

The wound on my leg started itching.

It is said a allergy period

when summer turns to autumn.

Among the clamor

seems hearing your whisper,

passing through the curtain of dream

seems seeing your smile.

There is your warm touch at sunset,

your fragrance radiated from unknown flower,

the wine streams from your tongue to my tongue tip.

My sight avoids you,

my mind wants to forget you,

rather you appear as a figure of the God.

You are everywhere.

You occupy

the temple within my heart.

2016.09.13

Contenido目次

Invierno II冬2

Promesa保證

Cebolla洋蔥

Buceo潛水事件

Hombre y Dios I人與神 1

Hombre y Dios II人與神2

Estatua de Bronce I銅像1

Estatua de Bronce II銅像2

Paisaje incierto不確定的風景

Mar I海1

Recital讀詩

Puerta門

Una historia de Rosa玫瑰物語

Mandala II曼陀羅2

Búho貓頭鷹

Orilla海岸

La bandera nacional國旗

Cortometraje II微電影2

Quisiera我願意

Esperar等

Invierno II

Para dar la bienvenida a la nieve,

las hojas

dejan espacio

a toda la montaña.

1998

                  

Promesa

Prometo.

Me atrevo a prometer.

Prometo sobre mi persona y mi vida.

Nosotros prometemos.

Nos atrevemos a prometer.

Le prometemos sobre nuestra moralidad y nuestro prestigio.

El partido promete al pueblo.

El jefe promete al empleado.

El vendedor promete al cliente.

El hombre promete a la mujer.

El adulto promete al niño.

La abeja promete a la flor.

La ola promete a la playa.

El viento promete a la hoja.

El amor promete a la eternidad.

Dios promete al alma.

Promesas.

Promesas.

Promesas.

La sangrienta historia promete la paz.

1998

Cebolla

Cruza tu corazón,

fluyen mis lágrimas,

rompecabezas del amor.

1998

 Buceo

Me hundo en el agua.

Alguien grita pidiendo ayuda.

Alguien trae con un salvavidas.

Algunas personas se precipitan al agua.

Finalmente, me encontraron.

Acabo de retarme a mí mismo.

probando los límites de mi buceo.

Cuando caí en el agua otra vez

algunas personas me animaban.

Algunas me esperaban con flores.

Aquellos que me animaban no sabían

que poco a poco había olvidado cómo bucear.

2005.06

 Hombre y Dios I

Ambos bandos en guerra

creen en el mismo Dios.

De pie, los de la izquierda creen en su propia verdad,

y a la derecha están aquellos convencidos de su propia justicia.

Ambos lados opuestos ante el mismo Dios,

orando por la victoria en el mismo campo de batalla.

Dios, dividido en dos mitades,

es un dilema.

2014.07.28

Hombre y Dios II

Ambos bandos en guerra

creen en dioses diferentes.

Cada uno ruega a su Dios

por la victoria en la batalla.

Convencida la izquierda de alcanzar la victoria.

Convencida la derecha de que la otra parte perderá.

La guerra entre hombres se convierte

en una guerra entre Dioses

inocentes.

Los hombres deciden quién es

el verdadero Dios

recurriendo a cañones de artillería.

2014.07.28

      

Estatua de Bronce I

Sin poder retroceder hacia ninguna parte

la estatua se mantiene en pie.

Sobre un duro pedestal creado por el hombre:

la arrogancia del mundo.

Mastica

décadas de historia.

Ahora.

Sin salivar ni un residuo de memoria.

Estatua desafiante.

Perdida en una intersección de tiempo deformado,

¿cuánto tiempo hace que sueña?

Desde el instante en que decide el curso de la historia,

la estatua de bronce

se parece a un demente que no pudiera encontrar su camino.

2014.07.28

Estatua de Bronce II

Dureza.

La estatua juega con la momia,

¿quién es más inmortal?

La estatua de bronce y la momia.

Una yace acostada.

La otra se mantiene en pie obstinadamente.

Una posee un poder blando

y tiene una plaza

en el Museo.

La otra

todavía no ha encontrado su lugar

en la historia.

2014.08.20

 Paisaje incierto

Una nube
arrastrando el cielo entero,
¿cuánto tiempo ha recorrido?

Dos ojos
dirigiendo el cuerpo,
¿cuántos desiertos han recorrido?

Todo esto

está a punto de ser

un rostro difuso,        

unas luces apagadas.                                          

Se convirtió en un paisaje incierto
en un instante.

2015.03.06

    Mar 1

Mar.

Recoge las lágrimas del cielo,

fluyendo con sangre azul.

Mar.

Mira a una montaña, sonriendo mutuamente a la distancia

y, por ello, infectados ambos, mar y montaña, de verde añoranza.

En mi corazón

también hay un océano oculto.

Aislado por el mar lejano,

una isla inaccesible y yo

nos miramos mutuamente.

Cada vez que yo miraba al cielo,

mis ojos no podían evitar

derramar las lágrimas saladas

del corazón.

Cuando se inundó el océano del corazón,

me volví hacia el océano y

cayeron mis lágrimas como perlas.

El océano regado de lágrimas

las devolverá algún día

a los cielos.

2015.07.22

Recital

Con oídos florecientes

recitar poesía.

Me fascinaba

en tu trino misterioso y ebrio

tu poema,

cada frase y palabra

quedaron grabadas en mi corazón.

Me he perdido

en el tortuoso laberinto de tu lenguaje.

Trepé numerosas montañas.

Finalmente

capturé el ciervo blanco

en un bosque de niebla, en la delicada fragancia de las flores.

Pero me perturban tus pasos alejándose,

percuten en mi corazón.

2015.09.07

Puerta

Mi puerta

para permitir que la abras.

¿Cuál es el secreto oculto bajo el mantel rojo del mago?

¿Qué Dios vive en el templo?

Se esconde detrás de la puerta

un escenario hecho para hacerte exclamar.

Ropa

es una capa delgada de puerta.

También papel de embalaje

esperando que tus manos

lo abran.        Si tú no lo abres

no podré escuchar el maravilloso latido de un corazón acelerado.

Los labios

son las puertas que posee cada uno,

donde aparece la sonrisa misteriosa

entre la puerta abierta y la cerrada.

La Mona Lisa

¿le dio su sonrisa a Da Vinci?

Sigue siendo un enigma.

Algunos labios

se abren sólo por el Santo Grial.

El corazón cerrado

ni siquiera Dios puede abrirlo.

2015.09.18

Una historia de Rosa

Todos decimos

amar las rosas.

Me gustaría

amar las rosas un poco más en secreto,

pero no con el tipo de amor del jarrón de flores.

De hecho,

nadie sabe en quién alienta con más fuerza

el amor por las rosas.

Utilizas la cámara

para congelar la tristeza y la belleza de la rosa,

para resistir el desvanecimiento de la memoria.

Quiero ser un tallo de rosa,

un hueso de rosa,

un soporte para la sonrisa de la rosa.

Las rechonchas, las delgadas

las brillantes, las pálidas,

todas son rosas.

El baile, el sosiego,

el hielo y el fuego,

todos son rosas.

Las rosas tienen espinas

para resistir a la violencia.

Las espinas de las rosas

también apuñalan accidentalmente a sus amantes,

y se enriquecen con la sangre.

Después de la época de floración

pienso a menudo en las rosas. El canto de las rosas permanece en mis oídos.

Respiro su fragancia.

Susurro los susurros de las rosas.

Rosas, rosas.

Nunca se desvanecen las rosas.

Las rosas son más reales que mi

existencia.

2015.09.26

 

Mandala II

En la clase de dibujo, un Mandala.

Algunos dicen que nunca han soñado.

Algunas personas se despiertan con sueño.

Alguien está soñando que no quiere despertar.

Algunas personas sueñan con el filósofo Zhuangzi.

Alguien está soñando con una mariposa.

Los otros, sin sueños, dibujan sueños para otros.

Cuando no hay salida

dar

otra vista de primavera.

Las personas con pesadillas repetitivas

envidian a las personas que nunca sueñan.

Las que nunca sueñan

envidian a las personas que tienen sueños dulces.

Las personas con sueños dulces

desafortunadamente tienen que despertar al final.

Con dibujos de serpientes

se libera el miedo.

Dibujando al amante soñado

la vida se convierte en un poema.

Para salvar y compensar su falta de sueños

pintaban los sueños inolvidables de otros.

Soñar

es un espejo convexo y cóncavo de la realidad.

Se supone que las personas sin sueños

en lo profundo también sueñan.

2015.11.09

  

Búho

Oculto en la guarida de la ladera.

Con una ventana abierta recibe al “Taipei 101”.

En el fondo del alto bambú

se oculta un búho.

Al igual que los otros búhos salvajes,

cuando llega la noche abre, como un par de diamantes,

sus ojos saltones.

El búho posee un sistema de camuflaje,

que acaba en el alto perfil de los ojos.

En la negra noche

se esconden mis ojos insomnes.

Una sensación de seguridad es el requisito básico.

Soy como un cazador en silencio.

Pero frente a los ojos

provocativos del búho,

con gusto me hubiera convertido en su presa.

2015.11.09

Orilla

Sus manos,

círculos, me abrazan convirtiendo en orilla mi cuerpo.

Una resaca nace en el océano de mis emociones.

Me veo constantemente inundada por las olas hacia la costa sólida.

Con las letras tú cantas el océano no calmado.

Tu palabra y mi palabra se unieron como un eslabón en la cadena en la costa tortuosa.

Años más tarde aunque el océano se convierta en una tierra seca,

aún respirará eternamente.

En los versos llenos de aire.

En el canto.

2015.11.16

 La bandera nacional

Necesitamos una bandera.

Una que refleje claramente a la nación.

Un estandarte de identidad.

Al igual que las hojas de plátano que cultiva la Madre Tierra,

volando placenteramente

bajo el cielo libre.

Como la mano derecha de la madre, que se agita despidiéndote,

y todavía se sacude con añoranza en su sueño

cuando te encuentras lejos de casa.

Innumerables pensamientos en la noche

como los cabellos de un amante en el viento,

atando dos lugares.

La bandera que nació de la niebla en la madrugada

es cada vez más clara y

brillante, como la sonrisa de un bebé.

Es la bandera que se dibuja con la fe,

la esperanza y el amor,

donde vive el alma del país.

La bandera

es el testigo del sufrimiento del país,

uniendo a la población para convertirse en su propia dueña.

Que la bandera

se ice desde la línea de horizonte,

elevándose desde la mente de cada ciudadano.

2016.01.20

Cortometraje II

Me da miedo que

el tiempo

te borre.

Borre tu afecto profundo hacia mí.

Me entrego a ti con toda prisa.

En el camino

se encuentran la luz roja como el Everest

en las intersecciones.

       La luz roja del destino.

Cruzando numerosos destinos

yo

de nuevo estoy frente a

un océano inmenso sin límites

Yo

no tengo barco

ni sé cómo nadar.

Si,

al igual que yo,

con determinación te aferras a una madera a la deriva,

se acabará el camino para encontrarnos.

¿No vamos a

perdernos

en el vasto océano de color?

       ¿A perder toda la vida?

       

O,

finalmente,

nos encontraremos el uno al otro.

Pero tú

perdiste el rastro compartido

con que reconocernos.

                       2016.02.03

Quisiera

Yo quisiera
quemarme por ti en otoño
para darte un cálido color rojo.

Pero tú quieres
un bosque de primavera.

Y yo soy sólo un arce solitario.

 2016.06.30

 Esperar

Fui al puente,
a esperarte
y otra vez
un día sin ti.

El puente me espera
sobre el agua
y otra vez
seré tuya una noche entera.

En el puente yo te esperé muchos años,
el puente sobre el agua me esperó muchos siglos.

El puente posee un suspiro otoñal,
y yo tengo un corazón sangrante.

2016.07.05

      冬II

為了歡迎雪

樹葉

讓出了

整座山

1998

    保證

我保證

我敢保證

我用人格用生命向您保證

我們保證

我們敢保證

我們用品格用信譽向您保證

政黨向人民保證

老闆向員工保證

商家向顧客保證

男人向女人保證

女人向小孩保證

蜜蜂向花朵保證

浪花向沙灘保證

風向樹葉保證

愛情向永恆保證

上帝向靈魂保證

保證

保證

保證

血的歷史曾向和平保證

1998

    鳥有無限自由

鳥有無限不為人知的自由

鳥有不勞而食的自由

鳥有不擇而棲的自由

鳥有對檻歌唱的自由

鳥有對主人舞蹈的自由

鳥有就地拉屎的自由

鳥有風裡來浪裡去的自由

鳥有近視的自由

鳥有兩腳發軟的自由

鳥有啄掉翅膀的自由

鳥有遺忘愛情的自由

鳥有遺忘敵人的自由

啊啊  鳥

自由

鳥有遺忘自由的自由

1998

    洋蔥

剖你的心

流我的淚

愛的難題

1998

                     

    夜讀

當夜幕

四垂

我翻開

扉頁 

閱讀一首詩 

以

唇語

那扉頁  白得十分

澈底

我讀它千遍

萬遍

測得

一首詩的

長度是

一整個  藍透了的

液態的

夏夜

無字的

詩

密密麻麻甜膩膩的你的

名字

                    1998

   

    閱讀

你細細審閱一枚葉子

那上面有著創世紀吧！

每一條葉脈邁向年輪的奧秘

訴說著歲月的繁華

一片葉子可能導覽一座森林

一座森林可能藏著

開啟世界的密碼

捧讀聖經般

你深深審視

一枚葉子

2003.12.18

  

    潛水事件

我沒入水中

有人喊救命

有人丟下救生圈

有人奮不顧身噗通跳下水

最後他們才發現

我只是在挑戰自己

潛水技能的極限

當我再度落水

有人歡呼加油

有人手持鮮花等候我

啦啦隊裡無人知曉

我已漸漸喪失潛水的能力

2005.06

    森林

生命之樹的秋天

記憶就像葉片

逐片泛黃

剝落

穿越森林

遍地彩葉

像一冊冊回憶錄

散開的紙頁

偶然   

我拾起一葉

記憶的殘骸

森林一望無際

我無從分辨這一葉

究竟屬於哪一棵哪一枝

總有不願掉落的葉片在風中

像蜘蛛網上的獵物顫動

正在抵抗剛強的消亡

從望斷來時路

到有時忘掉來時路

終至忘斷來時路

一轉身

霧吞沒了整片森林

                  整座記憶

宇宙

重返創世紀

2013.01.24

    人與神I

戰爭的雙方

信仰相同的神

左方堅信  真理站在己方

右方堅信  公義站在己方

雙方同時面向相同的神

祈求同一戰場的勝利

神分裂成兩半

左右為難

2014.07.28

    人與神II

戰爭的雙方

信仰不同的神

雙方各自面向自己的神祈求

同一戰場的勝利

左方堅信己方必勝

右方堅信對方必敗

人與人的戰爭演變成

無辜的

神與神的戰爭

人用砲彈決定

誰的神

才是真神

2014.07.28

    銅像I

連回頭的能力都沒有

銅像站在

人為墊高的基座上

睥睨天下

咀嚼了

數十年的歷史

如今

吐不出一絲記憶的殘渣

目中無人的銅像

迷失在時空錯亂的路口

發呆了多少歲月   

站在歷史的轉捩點

銅像是

找不到路的失智老人

2014.08.14

    銅像II

硬

和木乃伊比賽

誰更不朽

銅像與木乃伊

一個躺平

一個還硬撐

一個具有軟實力

在博物館占有

一席之地

一個還

在歷史上

找不到定位

2014.08.20

    有機生活

你過你的有機生活

睜開眼第一件事

就是滑手機

滑來滑去

把自己滑到非現實的世界

我過我的無機生活

睜開眼第一件事

就是看到你在滑手機

滑去滑來

把我滑出了你的有機世界

在你有機世界的農場裡

有叫醒心智的公雞嗎？

你過你的有機生活

我過我的無機生活

你睜開眼第一件事

就是滑手機

我睜開眼第一件事

就是看到你在滑手機

滑來滑去

把自己滑到非現實的世界

滑去滑來

把我滑出了你的有機世界

在你有機世界的農場裡

有叫醒公雞的心智嗎？

2014.08.05

    面具

彩粧的  面具

再也遮掩不住歲月橫行

的足跡

換一張整型的  面具

讓青春在五官復活

年輪的祕密隱藏軀體

人人搶換明星臉

名醫不停為信眾開光

換一張臉如換一張名片

換一張臉如換一張遮羞布

而我僅僅擁有一張

無法回春的臉

袒然面對天地

五官是自然美展演的舞台

我這張忠實於上帝的臉

考驗

你對我得

愛

2014.11.25

    不確定的風景   

一朵雲

拖著一整片天空

行走過多少時間

兩顆眼珠

領著一具軀體

行走過多少曠野

這一切

都即將被一張

醉酒的紅臉

熄燈

瞬間成為

不確定的風景

2015.03.06

    海I

海

收藏天空的眼淚

因而流著深藍血液

海

和一座含笑青山遙遙相望

因而染患綠色的相思

在我心中

也藏著一個海洋

隔著一片海域

我和一座永遠不能進入的孤島

遙遙相望

每當我望著天空發問

我的眼睛就忍不住

向心中的海洋

掉下鹹鹹的眼淚

心中的海洋氾濫時

我就轉向茫茫大海

垂下我的珍珠淚

淚眼灌溉的海洋

會把眼淚

還給天空

2015.07.22

    桃花

妳說

沒人喜歡真實桃花

大家都愛上

沒有眼淚的塑膠花

可是

我一直都在

我老早就在

妳身邊

妳忙於哭泣的眼睛

就是

看不見我

2015.07.31

   

     心跳聲

時鐘掛在

客廳的心臟地帶

發出

老屋的心跳聲

我不在

你的心臟地帶

卻渴望

發出你的心跳聲

你佔領

我的心臟地帶

卻發出

他人的心跳聲

人子釘在

歷史的心臟地帶

發出

復活的心跳聲

2015.08.08

   讀詩

用盛開的耳朵

讀詩

我迷醉

在你微透酒香的神祕顫音

我用你的詩

你的每一句每一個字

紋我的心

我迷失

在你語言曲折的迷宮

我翻閱多少重峻嶺

終於

在山嵐飄渺花香瀰漫的森林中

捕獲白鹿

但你終將遠離的腳步

已經敲亂

敲痛我的心

2015.09.07

     門

我的門

是為了讓你打開

魔術師的紅巾下藏著甚麼祕密

神廟裡住著甚麼神

門後隱藏

一片讓你驚呼的風景

衣服

是薄薄的一層門

包裝紙也是

等待你的手

來拆  你不拆

我就聽不到小鹿撞門的

美妙聲響

唇

是人人都有的門

在開與不開間

露出似笑

非笑

究竟蒙娜麗莎

有沒有對達文西露齒微笑

至今仍舊是個謎

有的唇

只為聖杯而開

上了鎖的心

連神都打不開

2015.09.18

    玫瑰物語

我們都說

愛玫瑰

我想偷偷

偷偷多愛玫瑰一些些

卻不是花瓶對花的那種愛

其實

我們對玫瑰的愛

並無誰濃誰淡的問題

我們對玫瑰的思念

並無誰多誰少的爭議

你用相機

定格玫瑰的哀愁與美麗

抵抗終將褪色的記憶

我想成為玫瑰的梗

玫瑰的骨

支撐玫瑰笑容

豐腴的   消瘦的

艷麗的   蒼白的

全是玫瑰

跳舞的   恬靜的

著火的  冰霜的

無不是玫瑰

玫瑰有刺

曾挺身抵抗暴力

玫瑰的刺

也會不小心刺傷愛花人

因淌出的血而增色

花季過後

腦海不斷浮現玫瑰身影

耳畔隨時縈繞玫瑰歌聲

我呼吸玫瑰的體味

我呢喃玫瑰的私語

玫瑰玫瑰

玫瑰不曾消逝

玫瑰是比我更真實的

存在

2015.09.26

    風箏

風啊

請把我帶到峰頂

用雲的眼光看風景

請吹我到海上

用落日的單眼看時間

請把我送上彩虹

用上帝的高度看作品

請把我輕輕釋放

讓我用谷底的角度看人間

2015.10.27

    曼陀羅2

畫夢境的曼陀羅課

有人說他從不做夢

有人做著醒不過來的夢

有人做著不願醒來的夢

有人做著莊子的夢

有人做著蝴蝶春夢 

無夢的人為別人畫下夢境

在無路可走處

給予

柳暗花明又一春

反覆做惡夢的人

羨慕從不做夢的人

從不做夢的人

羨慕做美夢的人

做美夢的人

遺憾美夢終究要醒轉

畫出毒蛇

釋放恐懼

畫下情人夢

成為一生的詩篇

為他人畫下難忘的夢

彌補自己無夢的缺憾

夢

是現實的一面凹凸鏡

宣稱無夢的人

必定也在清醒地作夢吧

2015.11.09

    猫頭鷹

我隱身山邊巢穴

一開窗就迎見台北101

高高的竹節底部

隱藏 一隻猫頭鷹

和所有野地猫頭鷹一樣

夜來睜開一雙鑽石般

圓滾滾的眼睛

猫頭鷹具有全身保護色

唯獨疏忽了高調的眼睛

黑色的夜

藏匿我失眠的黑色眼睛

安全感是基本需求

我像是不動聲色的獵人

但面對猫頭鷹

那雙極盡挑逗的眼睛

我恍惚變成

一隻主動獻身的祭物

2015.11.09

     海岸

你雙手

圈成我身體的岸

我情感的海洋掀起一片暗潮

浪花不斷淹沒我

不斷奔向堅實海岸

你用文字歌頌不願消退的海洋

你的字和我的字

連結成為鎖鏈般的曲折海岸

多少年後

可能乾涸成為陸地的海洋

將在飽含氧氣的詩句中

永恆地呼吸

和詠嘆

2015.11.16

     國旗

我們需要一面旗

一面清清楚楚標誌國家

身分的旗幟

像從母土長出的香蕉葉

愉悅飄揚

在自由的天空下

像母親向你揮別的手

在你遠離故鄉時

仍然伸進夢中搖動思念

像情人風中飄飛的一匹秀髮

在長夜思念中千絲萬縷

繫著兩地牽掛

國旗自晨霧中誕生

逐漸清晰

燦爛如嬰兒笑容

一面用信仰

希望和愛繪製的國旗

住著國家靈魂

國旗

見證國家苦難

也團結國民成為國家主人

讓國旗

從地平線上升上去

從每一個國民心中升上去

2016.01.20

  

    微電影2

怕

時間

抹掉你

抹掉你對我濃濃情意

急急投奔你

一路上

路口總豎起

宛如聖母峰的紅燈

      命運的紅燈

翻越重重命定

我

又面臨

一片茫茫水域

我

無舟

又無泳技

若是你

也像我

決心死抱一根浮木

千里相尋

會不會

我們

在水色茫茫中

        彼此錯身

        錯過終身

又或者

終於

我們尋獲彼此

你

卻失落

足以相認的

        共同印記

                       2016.02.03

  月亮的心

你用歌聲

點燃

達卡月光

每當你用華語歌唱

「……月亮代表我的心…… 」

我恍惚變身一朵夜來香

塞車時

你用歌聲接駁我們

到達音符飛揚的天堂

不塞車時

你用歌聲載我們

飛越海洋和換日線

你華語我英語

恰好留下一個美麗

誤解的空間

即便如此

你仍賣力為我

和你慈父做橋梁

我們和你的

著名詩人父親

溫柔的父親

羅曼蒂克的父親

無所不知的父親

無所不談

我們擊掌歡慶

你瘋狂的父親

想把受贈的花束

全帶回摩洛哥花瓶綻放

孟加拉花香

我們私自決定

讓你父當我們導遊

米蘭史卡拉歌劇院

是他心中不熄的月亮

福爾摩莎

也有一輪明月

請循著鋪好的銀色月光

隨我追尋島嶼台灣

2016.02.12

    在達卡俱樂部摔跤

高跟鞋

不認識俱樂部

在階梯摔跤

夜間

不長眼睛

我在高跟鞋上摔了一跤

撿到一堆關愛眼睛

孟加拉導遊問有沒有受傷

摩洛哥詩人說可以用妮維雅塗抹

台灣詩人說……

從此  我不再怕摔跤

從此  導遊嚴禁我摔跤

回到台北

結痂傷口

時不時地癢  癢

癢了起來

像埋伏已久的思念

2016.02.12

 

    野柳女王頭I

全天下都說

妳是女王

其實妳不過是個

女人

愛情是妳的惟一

皇冠

四季

風搶著來密報

他沒來

他

沒來

每一波湧來的潮浪

都帶給妳

他將來

的一線希望

愛情的女奴

憂傷雙目

穿透層層陰霾

望向

失蹤的愛情

妳得熬過一次

又一次風

寒

別讓咳嗽

咳

斷

妳細弱頸項

妳高貴頸項

早已承受不了

沉重

定情珍珠項鍊

妳卻還在

沒日沒夜尋找

妳那無可取代的

皇冠

2016.03.13

    野柳女王頭II

游離相思海

上岸後

人魚公主

找不到

暗戀的王子

回頭

早已失喪

游回生命海洋的尾巴

從此

擱淺

東方島嶼

成為一則童話

故事尾巴

我和人魚公主沒兩樣

在稱王之前

具有一雙急切尋找

愛情的眼睛

我是她

的分身

2016.03.14

    野柳女王頭III

石化身軀

隱藏

一個憂傷的靈

一顆水晶玻璃心

有人欠你  一屁股愛情

有人賒了妳  一輩子眼淚

以口傳耳故事裡

活化的身軀

緩緩走向

各自的祕密花園

未曾許諾的花園

會不會有春天

悄悄萌芽

愛的藤蔓

困在石縫掙扎

終於蔓延

一絲一縷緊緊纏繞我的心

2016.03.14

    野柳女王頭IV

如一株植物

私訂終身

在含重鹽地土

歷經多少世紀

捏塑一個世間女子

凝望天涯

風吹    不動

雨打    不動

在流言天空下

守候一段浪漫史

或者她像我

只是來海邊靜坐

求一個解脫

因入定太深

變成一個

等待被吻醒的公主

我拋棄找尋

愛情的眼睛

讓滿耳潮浪

日夜為我誦經

2016.03.15

 

    野柳女王頭V

從Modigliani畫布出走的女人

細緻優雅

但哀傷的修長脖子

是Modigliani的夢中情人

一開始畫妳

Modigliani並未給妳

反射情人眸光的眼珠

他說

等到我看見了妳的靈魂

我再把妳的眼珠畫上去

空洞眼眶填滿灰白孤寂

莫名憂傷像一曲月光

遍覆妳無瑕胴體

Modigliani終究

把眼珠賦予妳

形成兩座藍色海洋

激動海浪

一波波溢出妳眼眶

上帝給了妳

尋找光的眼睛

妳卻用眼睛

尋獲苦難愛情

妳手中天秤

愛情重於生命

妳自傷為淌血玫瑰

眼睛還給上帝

靈魂償還愛情

妳是Modigliani的女人

妳的名字

叫做Jeanne Hébuterne

其實

妳的名字是

女人

2016.03.22

   淡水                                                                                 

淡水小鎮

住在蔚藍天空下

依偎綠色海洋

火車運走一節一節舊時光

捷運列車載來一波一波新人潮

我青春的舞步

曾踩亮淡江大學宮燈大道

馬偕讚嘆過的夕陽

如今在漁人碼頭垂釣

人群如魚聚集

觀音依舊堅持仰臥峰頂

迎接你遠道來獻詩

甚麼是淡水小鎮幸福時光

不是舊時光 

不是新時光

從右岸渡到左岸

從花落走向花開

和你並肩走進時間迷宮

將是我此生

最美好時光

2016.04.12

   島與海

走在鬧街

感覺自己是一座小小浮島

如果你也是

一座浮島

請和我連結

成為一片景深無限陸地

如果你是一個

神祕海洋                          

與我有同樣節拍

請用你雙臂

圈成我堅實海岸

每當流淚過多

我感覺自己變成死海

如果你也是一個海

請和我連結

成為一片汪洋

激起不停舞蹈浪花歌唱

並且迎接月光

如果你是一座孤島

我請求你住在我的海洋

稀釋我的憂傷

我貝殼的耳朵

要傾聽你

甜蜜耳語

2016.04.15

    燭與影I

幽暗中

你尋求我

以肉身為祭壇

燃燒成為一隻火鳳凰

在你戰慄火花中

我彰顯

成為你

的影子

你愛我有多深

你就燃燒得多激烈

直到吸盡最後一口氧氣

黑暗中我緊緊跟隨你

光的律動

你一吋一吋佔領我

火焰的舞蹈

愛情的舞蹈

終極之美的

死亡雙人舞展

2016.05.07

    燭與影II

源於愛

或恨

不惜

燃燒自己成為一座小火山

不熄

焚燒自己的影子

漫漫長夜

影子是一隻不安的黑蛾

2016.05.08

    燭與影III

你用火光

照亮

我的存在

像一個獨特的舞台

你搖曳火花

像我版圖裡的一支旗幟  

我也是被你囚禁的

一個陰影

求助於一陣風

風並未吹熄

你的愛

反而助長你愛的烈焰

淌著淚

你告訴我你正在

一點一滴釋放我

2016.05.14

    雕像          

被雕刻家吹進一口氣的雕像

擁有許多個不同面向

有些面相眼睛神祕如幽谷

有些面相眼睛燃燒灼灼白焰

有些眼睛渴望濃密睫毛

有些眼睛渴望黑眼珠

有些眼珠渴望淚滴

在永恆的時間裡

我浮躁等待一尊雕像

對我說句真心話

在永恆的等待裡

雕像持續沉醉

在時間的永恆裡

雕像始終沒開口

卻又說盡了一切

我時常為了 he sculpture                               永恆說了許多

卻終究甚麼都沒說

2016.05.28

   我願意  

我願意

在深秋為你焚身

給妳紅色的溫暖

但你想要

一整座春天森林

而我只是一株孤獨楓樹

                    2016.06.30

等

我到橋上

癡癡等你

又過了

一個沒有你的白天

橋在水上

等我

又過了

擁有我的一個夜晚

我在橋上等你好幾年

橋在水上等我好幾個世紀

橋有秋風的嘆息

我有流血的心

2016.07.05

    為了……

        ——《骨折》之17

我每一步

都在靠近你

你迎向一道光

多麼急切

你逃離暴風雨

多麼迫切

你不是這樣的人

是骨折的關係

讓我曲解你

我這麼說

還是

為了靠近你

我寧可逆光

挺進暴風雨

靠近你

2016.08.04

    我很想

          ──《骨折》之19

拄著枴杖

我無法和你玩

捉迷藏

我很想

很想趁你不注意

從背後拍拍你

看你又氣又不敢生氣

但我的枴杖會出聲破壞這詭計

偷偷接近你

是我天大的樂趣

現在我只能戴面具

公然靠向你

2016.08.05

    我一再逃避

我一再逃避

你閃電的眼睛

怕閃電之後

眼睛忍不住下雨

我已習慣

讓眼睛每天放晴

這樣

才不會傻傻分不清

是天空讓我下雨

還是我讓天空流淚

在美麗山水中

在多情淡水小鎮裡

在練習擁抱

親吻的詩歌節

我們原該並肩

走進時間迷宮

在初秋陽光下

在微雨老街中

在美好的時光裡

我反覆練習

離開你

我的一邊是你

一邊是我不斷求助的神

神哪

聽說祢大過人

的困境

2016.09.11

    詩人送我一塊石頭

詩人莊金國

送我一塊可愛的石頭

或許幾經輾轉

才到我手中

外形像我熟悉的島嶼

我熱愛的土生土長的土地

一見她

我馬上喊出她的名字

台灣

她像一塊

人見人愛的殖民地

在不同統治者手中

也許被叫過好幾個

不屬於她自己的名字

若你看到我

卻呼喊她人名字

我必定馬上轉身離去

叫對我的名字

是愛我的第一步

2016.09.12

    過敏

腿傷開始發癢

夏秋之交

聽說是一個過敏時節

我在喧嘩聲中

似乎聽到你的耳語

穿過夢的帷幕

我的眼睛似乎看到你微笑

夕陽下有你暖香的觸感

不知名花朵散發你的體香

紅酒似乎從你舌頭游到我舌尖

我的眼睛迴避你

我的心想要忘掉你

你卻顯現一尊神的形象

祢無所不在

祢佔領我

心的神殿

2016.09.13