Chasing the Pacific Star Air
gyres crowd into the boy
As he dashes through the clouds of hope
Surfing on a wish
He descends to the touchy ocean
A salty breeze gushes from underneath
A spring of refreshing motivation
The flaring sun eagerly follows him like a bright shadow
Intimidating mountains forcibly rise, but are capped
From the serene, misty horizon
Where a bleached bird loudly flaps its wings away
Upgrading his life board,
With exhilarating dreams
As he dashes through the clouds of hope
Chasing the Pacific Star.
-
The tree
Has lost more leaves
Not only to learn
To let more light
Shine through
But to shake off
Its pasts
To prepare itself better
For a new season
Parallel in Solitude
Drifting alone in the indefinities of dark
Matter, Earth never feels lonely, does it?
Living with myriad fellow humans, how
Can you really suffer from solitude?
Do U Hear It?
From the heart of the Pacific
Far beyond the Pandemic
A Mobi Dick is screaming
As if to keep its throat clear
Or it would be choked to
Death with parcels of plastics
As he dashes through the clouds of hope
Surfing on a wish
He descends to the touchy ocean
A salty breeze gushes from underneath
A spring of refreshing motivation
The flaring sun eagerly follows him like a bright shadow
Intimidating mountains forcibly rise, but are capped
From the serene, misty horizon
Where a bleached bird loudly flaps its wings away
Upgrading his life board,
With exhilarating dreams
As he dashes through the clouds of hope
Chasing the Pacific Star.
-
The tree
Has lost more leaves
Not only to learn
To let more light
Shine through
But to shake off
Its pasts
To prepare itself better
For a new season
Parallel in Solitude
Drifting alone in the indefinities of dark
Matter, Earth never feels lonely, does it?
Living with myriad fellow humans, how
Can you really suffer from solitude?
Do U Hear It?
From the heart of the Pacific
Far beyond the Pandemic
A Mobi Dick is screaming
As if to keep its throat clear
Or it would be choked to
Death with parcels of plastics
Punching
Down or up, we punch all others online
Not to shame them as our surrogates, but
To make a critique of words by way
Of other words, much like a virus variant
Bionote
Allen Yuan, author of Traffic Light, is a 2-time Pushcart and 2-time Best of the Net nominee. A co-editor of Poetry Pacific, Allen currently works as a financial analyst in Vancouver. 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.
Down or up, we punch all others online
Not to shame them as our surrogates, but
To make a critique of words by way
Of other words, much like a virus variant
Bionote
Allen Yuan, author of Traffic Light, is a 2-time Pushcart and 2-time Best of the Net nominee. A co-editor of Poetry Pacific, Allen currently works as a financial analyst in Vancouver. 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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