Confession

Confession
  
    Author: Runping Chen 

From the peak of soul
I carry a handful of clean soil;
From the rapids of life
I scoop up a ladle of clear water,
And mix them up together.
I searched and fetched the bricks of affection
To build up a kitchen range.
I burn my life as igniting the firewood
To heat the pot of faith
So as to stew leisurely
Gurgles of the poetic thinking,
In silence.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Cresswell Avatar
August 24, 2017 at 10:37 PM
This is the first poem you posted here. It is the last I get to read because you have not brought any more to this place. I am sad but hope you are still posting your work somewhere. This is a very imaginative write. It does gurgle doesn't it.
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August 25, 2017 at 2:17 PM
Is there somewhere else I can find your work posted?
Chen Avatar
August 25, 2017 at 7:28 AM
Dear Patricia, thak you. I'll go on.
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