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Kevin Lu Poem
In the first day of the month of rain
She blushed forth from the earth
Beneath the verdant canopies
Of her sylvan homestead
Every dawn, she smiled at the sun
Beaming at her idol’s daily passage
Posing in perfect stillness
Until her face fell with the day
As the night’s veil unfolded
Her eyes skywards turned to hear
The beckoning voices of the singing stars
And the sighs of the downcast moon
For many cycles she thus stood
A green youth at first, reserved and demure
Always precocious, ever apprehensive
To find her footing beneath a towering sky
Finally she made her wardrobe
And adorned a fair dress of aubergine
Her soft feet ensconced in earthy shoes
With wild hair bearing a light perfume
She thought herself too much
And denied the multitude of pests
Or the buzzing overtures of many suitors
To stay alone within a blooming world
At last he stumbled and found her
Gently plucking her roots from the soil
Softly placing her in a glass vase
As a gift for his assignation
When the two lovers had left
She alone remained at the windowsill
To contemplate her new milieu
And smile at the sun again
Copyright © Kevin Lu | Year Posted 2020
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Kevin Lu Poem
The pedestal held the grail up high
From the cusp of the golden sea
A metal sheath hid her treasure from the sky
Amid that forest without a tree
The hands that wrought the grail coldly quavered
As they anchored their vessel upon the sands
But the vesicle’s burning soul neither wavered
Nor spoke truth of its makers’ dread commands
Ground zero, go nine-two
The hand struck to ten
Tick by tick it slowly flew
To reforge the world again
The third moment ponderously froze
As the dunes all held their warming breath
At two, all the makers’ eyes shut close
To hail the coming of the shadow of death
One and the world unknowingly saw
As nil came, and infinity followed
The grail felt the touch of maker’s claw
The maker into the cauldron’s depths was swallowed
The grail spilt holy waters upon the land
And anointed its surface as the first accursed
A fungal cloud grew from the garden of sand
And from silver sheath did golden light thus burst
The brumous air was set ablaze
As bright inferno seared the darkest mass
The chalice waters began to glaze
Those ancient sands with ebon glass
At last the cleansing flames receded
As the makers cheered and stood blinded in awe
The ash and dust ephemerally retreated
But the peril below, none truly saw
Thus were many of those chalices forged
To find light amongst a black crucible of fears
As scores of gardens were in darkness gorged
Upon the dying droplets of the grail’s holy tears
But buried beneath those primordial sands
Lays the first chalice still, under wooden beams
Made once only by forgotten makers’ hands
It will stay to remind them, to outlive their dreams
Copyright © Kevin Lu | Year Posted 2020
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Kevin Lu Poem
Everybody knows,
How to write a haiku, right?
Oft this is wondered.
But words flee from sight,
The heart hides from herself, and
The mind is alone
The evening star falls
And darkens the mortal plane
With sorrowful sighs
But the young seekers
Are never truly lonesome
While chasing the sun
They climb mountaintops,
Though cloistered in cold rooms, and
Trapped under bed sheets
They dive through oceans,
And pierce the most distant stars
On the winds of dreams
Though their minds idle,
And while their hearts still waver,
Their souls stand as one
Copyright © Kevin Lu | Year Posted 2020
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