Death
Cynthia Zhang
(Written February 2, 2013)

Death

Death is light:

Bony head,

Dry breasts,

Exaggerating hips

Nipping a denying womb.

 

Death is heavy:

Crushing animals,

Excruciating vegetation,

Imbibing the brain

And marrow

Of the human being.

 

Death is fearless

For it has nothing

To offer or lose.

He plays chess

With life

For the sake of

Space.

 

Death is ambitious

For his kingdom

Claims all life,

Sooner or later.

 

So death thrusts

Its straw

Into every vein,

Green or red,

Sucking,

His eyes closing tight.

 

His arid skin is

Pumped up

Like a balloon.

 

Death explodes.

 

He kills himself

And jumps off the cliff

To his home of

Nothingness.

Sincerity - The Image of an Ideal
Cynthia Zhang
(Written October 29, 2012)

Sincerity

The Image of an Ideal

Where do I begin

To tell a story of

Hate and love?

Mellow melodies

Cannot hide

My emotional storm.

 

I walked on

The fine line

Between death and life

Just to avoid

That free fall of

My darling you,

My dream.

 

I cannot tell

How plain this dream is.

Yet I cannot let go

For

If I let go

I lose all.

 

Oh lord,

Save me.

Save me!

My eyes should

Have been blind.

I have been walking

Forever in that

Quiet green garden.

But I never knew

I came from hell.

 

Till now.

 

But darling,

I will still sing and play

For you,

With all that I am

With all that I have.

 

The pinkness of my lips

Once lost their color

For you.

I live a life

Given by you.

 

But darling,

Don’t you see?

I was one of those

Who died for you?

For you,

For our dream.

 

I will stay here

Where you belong

Till you come back.

I will see you

Live a life

Richer and longer

Than mine.

I will see

Your sorrow and joy.

I will cry and fall

For you

Again.

 

When you come back,

I move closer

To my dream

To be with you.

And I am ready

To fly with you

To our dream land,

Our home.  

News of Safety

Cynthia Zhang

(Written August 29, 2011)

News of Safety

To Professor Barbara Katz Rothman and Her Family

A relief to hear

My friend was

Safe in New York.

The hurricane spared her

And her family

Without even

Blowing the lights off.

Yes, New York.

The city that will

Celebrate its 10th anniversary

Of attack.

The city that was buried

In ruins

With my old dreams.

The city that will

See me mining the field

With conscience

In humility.

Note on "Hope"
Cynthia Zhang
(October 9, 2014)

The date I wrote "Hope" should be in early 2013 as the poem depicts scenery on Todds Road and Jacobson Park in Lexington, KY. I dedicated this poem to Professor Sheldon Stryker, hoping he could recover from a fall in the cold spring.

Fine Sewing
Cynthia Zhang
(Written November 28, 2011)

Fine Sewing

 

Stitch by stitch,

The fine lady sews 

Her gift,

Her home,

Her future to

Hold her heart.

 

Corner by corner,

The diligent housewife sweeps

Her room,

His room,

And prepares for the

Baby's coming.

 

Joy comes with a price.

Pain highlights the dedication.

Decorations are well thought.

Boxes are not allowed.

 

Oh, we all marry our parents

At certain times.

Well, we all live in the present,

For sure.

And, we all jog slowly in the future,

With hope.

To my readers,

I apologize if I cannot write as many poems as your would like. See, I am very self flattery.:)

Cynthia Zhang

To My Readers
(Cynthia Zhang September 28, 2014)

Dear readers,

Thank you for reading my poems. I appreciate that you cared to read my poems and hope you can continue to read them.

I published here about 20 poems although I have written around 100 poems in the past several years. I did not publish all my poems because I was improving my skills and I had my work.

I will try to publish my future poems here as soon as they are available and well developed. I might also begin a personal website with a section publishing my poems.

Again, thank you for reading and liking my poems.

Sincerely,
Cynthia Zhang