The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

Volume-1                                          June-2011                                                        Number-1

 

Two poems

by Victor W. Pearn

       Living Inside Confucius Wall

 

                   

                  A few have lived here before

                   in peace and harmony,

                   where moonlight still shines

                   brilliantly orange in October’s haze.

 

                   And along Gu Lou street you may

                   hear the clomp, clomping, sound

                   of old horses––pulling tourists

                   to and from the Confucius Temple.

 

                   Here there are intricate

                   roof patterns and those

                   ancient eaves, built to overlap

 

                   fill in space, as if sky and eaves

                   were lovers––touching over and

                   under.                 

 

 

Natural shape 
 

tyrannosaurus rex

crouching

head twisted to the right 

ferocious jaws

stretched open 

his unyielding body

prepared to pounce 

a landscape rock at jining university

an igneous stone 

clouds change shape

form a temporal wispy illusion

transparent mist

in moonlight