Tree-ception
standing on the shoulders
of your elder wood
where the sides curve into faces
long, disfigured yet noble
your arms embrace outwardly
not afraid to be broken,
because they are inseparable
your veiny growth pumps through
the stump, a heartbeat so subtle
like a tambourine against the clouds
your skin is so thick, yet you are so open
learning from the sun
feeding yourself with its rays of nourishment
you will rise, a living legacy.
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A Small Wish
I would rather be a leaf
Whose body may contain
The secrets of a whole forest
Or
A single dewdrop
Whose soul can see
Through an entire ocean
How Come
You really
Me? She
Us? I
You? He
Them? One
Her? We
You? It
Us? They
Him/her?
In the Forest of Life
He kept felling trees
One after another
Not to see whose ring is
The roundest, but to taste
Which cut offers the finest
And most fragrant sawdust
Four Haiku
Vase
Ever so eye-catching
Whether it stands high or low
With a hollow heart
Walnut
Always invisible
Behind its deeply wrinkled skin
Yet full of brains
Man-Spider
We are all spiders
Confining our lives to webs
Hung at dark corners
Leaf
High up on tree’s top
You flutter with power and pride
Until your downfall
Bionote
Allen Qing Yuan, author of Traffic Light, is a 2-time Pushcart and 2-time Best of the Net nominee. A former co-editor of Poetry Pacific, Allen is currently working full-time as an intern from the University of British Columbia. Since grade 10, Allen has had poetry appear in more than 70 literary publications across 16 countries, which include Cordite Poetry Review, Literary Review of Canada, Poetry Scotland, Shampoo and Spillway.
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