62. Snowman of A Soldier's Wife
In the clear afternoon sky,
the sun shone a foot high of snow.
She piled the white paste with the blue shovel;
Her four years old son involved with a red toy bucket.
After the snow ball was big enough, they started to roll.
She memorized the sweet love days at high school,
with a boyfriend who later became her husband.
The rolling ball became bigger and bigger
and stopped in front of the house entrance.
Then they built another ball.
“So funny mom!” articulated in a toddler’s accent.
She continued to roll, thinking of her pregnancy;
and of her husband’s last kiss before his deployment:
to pursue the terrorists in the faraway country,
to liberate slave women in the stone age community,
to assist people to fight for freedom and democracy.
She forced the second on top of the first.
The boy started to roll the third
that later she used as the head.
She untied her red and green scarf
and rounded the neck of the snowman.
“I love you forever…Honey!”
With small pieces of wood she put steady
the mouth, the nose and two eyes.
The boy enjoyed around the snowman, didn’t see
his mother speeded inside the house. She came out
with the camouflage cap and the flag on the pole.
She capped her tall snowman
and stood the flag on his right hand.
She admired her statue and took off her gloves
to clasp her son’s hand.
The tear traced her cheeks; faced the fatherless kid.
Learned from the daycare unit,
the boy saluted his snowy guy,
the flag softly moved… under the blue sky!
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
16 Dec 2012
51. Days of Remembrance
Days and
nights fly away
In different
shapes the moon displays
The sun rises
in variations
The universe
endlessly keeps action
Dream to my native
land
Recall the vast
abundant rice plains
Waterfalls,
lakes and rivers
Mountains
and green forests forever
The hard
working days
Yearning efforts
in my life's journey
Bear on the
ancestors' will
To show the great
merit with full skill
Valuable time
of stories
Spread seeds
upon the soil of glory
For the new solid
heirs
Pursue motherland's
love with care
Should I return
to native land
Those old stories
could not withstand
Those great times
went by
The yellowed
pictures stick in my mind
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
3 September 2004
49. The Last Days of Winter
Snow still scattered in the
mountains
The tops covered with white
ice cream
The slopes traced by the rock
stains
And the snowy trends in downstream
Someday the sky sprays chilly
air
The snow on the roofs vaporizes
The green yard grass needles
bear
The newly buds start to comprise
Someday the sun passes on false
ray
Outdoor air is still really
cold
Like a smiling of a lady in
foul play
In her heart love stories
enfold
Someday snow returns to say
goodbye
Spraying white powder then
goes
Like a long time friendship
dies
Days-nights transition as
a fast flow?
Time switches between dark
and bright
Swinging mood by the end of
winter
Does the change of nature incite
The daily tasks fulfilling
our endeavor?
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
3 Mars 2009
48. Forest Rain
Sky leaks… The rain inundates
the forest
Water poses the green foliage
a big mess
Sheltering under a large
tree
My bones stand the difficulties
Alike the mother nature is
teasing me
Should I set a fire to warm
up my body?
Since most existences are
twins
Dark and light, warmth and
chill
Water could pair with fire
To balance the human life
May I make a small fire to
warm me up
With watery trees, branches
and shrubs?
The area is in cold snap
My teeth start to clap
Thinking about others pairs
of our days
Somehow exception comes in
the play
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
12 May 2012
47. Song of A Wild Dove
Coo Croo Coo…
Perching on the backyard apple
tree
Singing a swingy pattern
Creating a doleful concern
A soft music for the beloveds
oversea
Coo Croo Coo…
We grew up in the same settlement
Birdsong recalls old days
O breeze brings my heart
away
Through the clouds to previous
events
Coo Croo Coo…
Awful situation separated
our lives
Away from green forests
Rivers and mountain crests
The harmony of insects in
the wild
Coo Croo Coo…
Soon the sky will miss the
sunray
Passion inspires the dove
Fulfilling my heart with love
Of all the dearest dispersed
faraway
Xaysouvanh
Phengphong
4 June 2010
43. The Foggy Blind
Foggy snow hats mountain peaks
Chilly wind frosts all snaky creeks
The shelter covered by creamy layer
Face to a pane, the wistful thinker
Clear icicles cling from the gutter
Like a tearing of the perceiver
The thousand drops flood within
Reviving the mother's teaching
Caring teen in the mother's arms
A poetical talent with full charms
Flew to kiss vernal flower stigmata
Could be in troubled end of dogma
The daily moves barred by obstacles
Troubles in life could it be solvable?
Foggy blind would it be long-term?
Painfully move on, but stand firm
The strong heart soaked in tears
Leads the body forward without fear
With hope snow fog will be ceased
Let the thinker traversing in peace
Hopefully the weather will be fine
Let the move pass tough nasty line
But fuzzy road lessens the vision
To find ways for a next destination
A nice fresh flower in a dream
Bloom of hope would be the theme
Bend body and mind to admire
Smiling face, crying soul to aspire
Xaysouvanh
Phengphong
November 1994
42. Close Your Eyes
Close your eyes to see your reality
Don't worry if they think you are sleepy
Goodness or badness shows in your heart
Leave greed, anger and dissipation apart
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
36. Cracked Cup
The regular cup of hot water
With visible cracked line
The usefulness is still fine
Safeguard tiny value until it's over
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
3 October 2010
35. While You're Sad
While you're sad I would be close-by
Cover you with my warm body
Condole you with my soft poetry
Mourn the loved one with your cry
I would touch your head gently
Would use my heart to dab your tear
We all don't want to loss our dear
Birth and dead belong to everybody
Under the laws of nature we dare
Cool down the heat in your heart
Suffering time just at point of depart
Destiny guides life to everywhere
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
6 May 2012
32. Winter Sunray
The noon sunray squeezes my eyes
Viewing the snowy mountain heights
Below the huge blue screen
What a beautiful clear scene!
Birds sunbathe their wings in the sky
The first rain left few flowers drip-dry
The yellow and brown foliages
Shade the shrubs of wood sage
The sunray chills the entire scenery
A strange ton in the nature contrary
Strains my reddened face
Frosts me in the sun grace
Alike the cute smiling of a nice lady
Attracts men who fall in love badly
Their dreams soon vaporize
Body language could be a lie!
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
14 April 2012
31. The Shape (e)
Rose flowers for a few days then obsoletes;
Her aroma will be gone with the wind,
Only her shape and scent will remain
In the observer's memory.
Dear…
I searched the pleasant words for you.
But I couldn't find any!
Even if I could whisper you those words
That will be just the unintended cheat,
Because today you are the rose,
Next day your aroma will be blown away
Only haunting scent will remain in my mind.
Life…
Lonesomely encircles by friends,
Blossoms with others then vanishes.
Dear…
The universe is not our heaven.
The air of Mother Earth let us breathe
But can't help us to be immortal.
Should we wonder our evanescent shape?
Let's set our souls free!
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
7 April 2012
30. Horizon and The Sea (e)
Looking at the distant horizon line
Where the blue sea kisses the sky
Searching the heading of my native land
Where sticky rice formed my past stand
Seagulls circling the mild sunny sea
Where people surf, swim and ski
I want to borrow their large strong wings
To fly back to affect all the remembering
The ocean wind swings my heart
Swaying small boat that floated apart
Fought with strong wave to reach motherland
But the long exilic years obstruct and disband
Blocked by the distant cutting line
My heart seems to be confined
Living in the home of the free and the brave
But my soul visits its native land by sea wave
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
6 April 2012
29. Early Bird (e)
Early morning
The birds did not clap their wings
The sound of soft breeze caresses
The tree tops lazily stress
Blinking stars
In the cloudless dark sky afar
Fresh cool air cleanses my face
Stops the dream in deep space
Faint horizon
Removes the stars one by one
Crescent slides behind the mounts
Another day starts its count
Daily inquiries
Food? Cloths? Project? Money?
Essential elements to survive
Before poor life will be deprived
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
30 March 2012
26. Two-face Moon
Look up to the full moon,
Coating sky and landscape,
Guiding the dream of loon
To delight today humankind's shape.
All sorrow moods dispersed:
People love each others,
Peaceful life they deserve,
Share all resources of Earth mother.
Nights without moonlight,
People's heart become blue.
Realities of the world insight:
Wars and conflicts day by day accrue.
Benighted can see struggles,
Lack of nutrients and shelters.
Why Man pursues troubles?
Why full moon won't remain for ever?
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
23 March 2012
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