AHMING ZEE - POEMS

Ahming Zee (pen name) lives in Boston as a naturalized Chinese immigrant. He works as an IT professional during the day, and writes at night. His work has appeared in Ariel Chart, Literary Yard, Door Is A Jar, among others; his translation work has appeared in Culture Monthly, China. Ahming holds an English degree and dual Master’s in Liberal Arts, and has served as Lecturer of English in Beijing, Poetry Editor of Hawaii Review, and Staff Writer for Ka Leo O’ Hawaii. You can find him on Twitter @ahmingzee.

YOUR WORLD
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​sunshine tasty and spicy
takes you away into the vista of west mountains
there gray clouds collide
into pieces
each wrapped with a tranquil dream
 
moonlights are dimmed
just for you
to cast your eyes on the flowing rivers
brimmed with an endless poem
scattered into each second in time
 
along with the wind
under the faint lamplight
you open the babyish eyes
with curiosity
drop with wet orbit
that poem
with no lines
 
tomorrow is dying
only the violets bloom in its prime
in a season you turn and find
 
 

RAIN SHOWERS
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​The rain showers tonight
engraved flowers like thorns along
with mists
blooming but in the heart
 
showers are our appointments
showers our farewells
showers our best wishes
showers our regrets
showers our lives
showers our deaths
 
those rain showers!
 
white showers are innocence
green showers infatuation
golden showers love
blue showers nostalgia
 
all the yin and yang
all the sorrows and joys
all the yesterdays and tomorrows
fall and torrent and hail
into the wellspring of our souls
that rise and flood and beam
 
the rain showers tonight
bathed in a single but endless dream
 

TO THE GHOST I SPEAK
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​If that day is doomed to come
please allow me to say to you
that you may occupy my whole body –
my head, arms, legs, internal organs
but leave my heart with me
a worthless object in a deal
and you wouldn’t even feign its value
 
such as you please
leave my heart with me
and I will carry it with soul
towards the ocean
the breath of which, the prelude to our humanity
to any beings
her veins filled with blood
that keeps bursting out as torrents
 
the ocean blood
the ever-rhythmic surging and receding
that breathes a world of blue
a cradle of humans
 
let me return to the ocean
with my heart
 
as for my body
Ghost please take it
all money I have owned
and all about me
 
ocean
a durable net
a closed riddle
an eternal image
sharing the deepest tender feelings