Rose Lu Poetry

Wind

The wind is blowing
The flare of my skirt is flying
Ah, wind
Don’t mention the word-LOVE to me
For it’s too light and too heavy
For my small hand

To lift

To Post a Heart

The early spring

Put a wildly beating heart

Into an envelope

sheepish all the way to a mailbox

She gritted her teeth, and loosened her hands

Then a heart slipped into it

Red-faced, she clapped her hands on her eyes

While nobody could see through her fingers

She ran away, and disappeared like a wreath of vapour

To Cast Cobblestones

I cast one after another cobblestones

Down Into the water

To measure the distance

The surprised surface

wimples ripples

With waves all linked one another

running a relay race to convey the good intention

I cast, cast, and cast down

While the sun with the moon and stars alternate on, and on.

To Pick Roses

I just want to pick one rose

Although you gave me

a whole garden

So many flowers!

But which is the most beloved one

Which one should I pick?

Before I could make a choice

My tears flowed down

And dropped on the sheepish stamen

Of a rose with thorn

by the bottom of my skirt

Is it dew

Or tear?

Note on Rose Lu Poetry:

Rose Lu also had five poems published in the April 2013 issue of Eastlit. Rose Lu poetry is also included in three poems published in the July 2013 issue of Eastlit.