Syndic No.4
Syndic Literary Journal

Poetry by Karen Kung

Poetry

by Karen Kung

MEDITATION                                                WIND-BELL

I wish I were a mountain sitting there           The wind-bell is always silent

And not to remember my own name              But it starts jingling, when

When I wake from my dream.                         The wind’s caress breaks its heart.


SOLITUDE

When the quiet of night occupies the eardrums.

When the shallow of desk lamp captures the spirit,

There is nothing by the dialogue

Between the pen nib and the manuscript left in the universe.


CANDLES                                                                      LISTENING

People love candles,                                                  Shells keep quiet all the time

Because they are well supplied with affection.      For listening to stories

They always drop their tears                                    Occurred on the beach.

Whenever people need their warmth.


POTTERY

I know you don’t want to be put into the kiln
With dusty and bloody hands.

Burning
For you, is a shackle.
Furthermore,
The extreme heat in the kiln is
Not the temperature for you.

But how could I endure
Letting you exposed to the speed-dropping air?
That would make you worn-out and fragile,
When sunshine and wind are gone far.

You have never told me,
But I know you always liked to be unconstrained.
Thus, please accommodate yourself
To my hands, peacefully.
Before being put into the kiln
I will hold you tenderly, stoking and comforting you.
Let you be whatever the shape you want in the warmth of my sweat.

One day,
If my perspiration gland would stop secreting,
Please don’t worry.
As I would mix stored tears in your body at that time,
And at least you would still have some transient freedom
In the temperature you have ever been fond of.

Then
I would accompany you to sit in the flames
Till you have got used to the temperature in the kiln,
Till I have meditated enough on the shape of a poem
For you.

WINDOW

Meditating next to the windowsill,

You are enchanted by the beautiful world.

Looking into the brightness of nature,

The glare of your eyes becomes more shining.

Authors/Artists Bios

Karen Kung, a native of Sichuan, China, was born in Taiwan, graduated from Fu Jen Catholic University, worked as a teaching assistant of English Department in Fu Jen and studied Chinese Literature in Graduate School of China Culture and Art University. In 1992 she suffered from a serious illness and has since worked with cancer patients, as chief editor for a medical magazine, and served as the director of Little White Cabin, a children’s poetry magazine.
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