Season is rising, water does not flow to the river, do not long for waves!
[author title=”Tran Thu Ha” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Poet-Tran-Thu-Ha-Vietnam-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Tran Thu Ha is member of Vietnam Writers’ Association. Her published works include – Sidestep Love Poetry (2006); Section (2007); Self-rotating Earth (2019); Platinum Fragments (2020); Posture (2018). She won literary prize by the National Committee of Vietnam Art Associations for the poems “Self-rotating Earth” in 2010 and two literary awards of Ho Xuan Huong in the year (2005-2015). She also received Certificate of Merit awarded by the Vietnam Writers’ Association in the contest on the subject of war martyrs 2017. [/author]
Water does not flow to the river, do not long for waves!
Lies on the lips
An empty bag never stopped jokingly
Hey you
Don’t use muscle on behalf of lies
The floating face among rainbow!
Not in time to remove makeup
The curve howl marked the night of rejoice
Cannot honor on borrowed lips
When the calcified bones were crackled unintentionally
Not in time to remove makeup
The make-up still trying to hit the cerebral palsy
The mutant faces running in a hurry with many tricks…
Lies painted on the lips
Don’t use muscle on behalf of lies
Oh oh
Season is rising
Water does not flow to the river, do not long for waves!
***
The instrument sound replaces a pray
- The instrument sound sobs drop by drop
She downed her head beside the Guitar in the light of envy
In long time, she turned to be a can
Canned thoughts, canned dreams
Who made dry-oiled the lubrication movements, then to guarantee the warranty and cheer the rested things?
An ingenious symbiosis
There! Her eyes filled up tears because she had to see…
2-How can the stars be exchanged?
How can I keep hide my true musty face, so that every night has to witness the torment, to hear the unexpected things and the secrets that never seemed to know. Unclear and inconceivable thoughts about trust and betrayal!
3- Oh! My love
She downed her head by the guitar in front of the locked doorway
Each drop, each drop of guitar string trembled, sometimes softly, sometimes hoarsely with sadness
She dreamed
The day her hair was in the mid of back, miraculously young form
Then
The illusion sounds messed the ponytail
4 – At nights, the guitar sounds dripping with blood but cannot call the sun
That cannot erase the envy of people
That cannot break the mirror the evil queen looked at
“That mirror dwells in the world”…
5 – She started to stand up, hold her head high and raise her voice, the sound of her heart melt on 10 fingers pressing the time key
In fact
She just wished the sun was like tiny globes giving out light, without hurting a single leaf.
The instrument sound replaces a pray
***
Haloo
I’ve been on a longer road than I thought
Wind and sand
I was naked on the poor and shallow shoulders
Was lazy for bath and wash
On the windy hill
The wild flowers smirked innocently making purple a memory area
Look at the fruit on high waiting for the release of the milk
Homeland sweetness ripe fruit that lusted
Smoky day
Sadness like the smoky ground
I saw awake-late birds singing in the falling sun
The season was still windy on the eyes of the empty person
The season still sowed thunderstorms unintentionally.
Remember the time
I and you were thrown into a pocket that smelled of sewers
The guy inside me always raised the flag of war
Ooh!
Did any pain bleed
Can any wound cause infection!
Just knowing
I am the personification of the pain that does not stop the bleeding
As a dry cry in the human world!
***
Please hide it for me
Darling, please hide it for me
Is that the rain in late summer?
Is a sequel of tears?
In the quiet garden, a spot of light flashed, countless white butterflies formed the garden of fate.
Somewhere, a faded trembling cry, an eloquent change of multi-colors in the day
A call of emergency services 15
The 89th minute signaled a pause for all games.
Like a slow motion video
I wandered on a long sliding road with potholes, gravel and rocks blocking all paths. It smeared on the ideal picture.
Erosion change, gnawing memory running to time-silver eyes!
Sparkling human forms
The left-over whips remembering the wild childhood
The faces of Adam and Eva turned smoky, made the life lips to become thicker
It is the pain that not finding the disease source
That is the pain of a human life!
I quietly watched – quietly turned away
Is that a sequel of tears, of ghosts or demons?
Or the song of seasonal fairytale!
***
A married woman’s dream
I crossed a strange horizon that breathed fields by time
Burdens and reaping hooks sing with the seeds
Tired eyes, fragrant straw inhaling the smell of recalled new rice
Somewhere
The crack sound to call for growing up, a married woman’s dream
I turned on the belief wave, thousands of pages
The longing dream as if a fruitless tree, filled eyes as if an ancient tower waiting for the moon
By time, I drown in a fairytale dream
“Sewing a big bag to hope picking up gold”…
The dream is green but a tree does not fruit
Why the flowering season is falling in the garden corner?
It’s been a thousand years
In dream
A whisper calls the self-enlightenment spirit
This morning
I step out from the married woman picture
Take off the dream
Deeping into the call of love!
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(Translated into English by Khanh Phuong)
