My voice from China

Lightening in the sky goes off,

As quiet as silence

Hiding behind clouds,

It suddenly paints patches of the black sky

In orange and brown.

A growing silver moon stands distant

Tonight over Beibu Gulf

Wiping sweat off its pure buttery yellow face

Using grey fluffy clouds

As if waiting for the thunder and storm

Cool down the air.

Beibu Gulf  is raving tonight

Sending massive waves to the shore

I walk in

And enjoy its wild touch

Letting it wash me clean

Away from the sins I have done

Any time of my life.

17/06/24

I am writing you a letter, my child

On a white sheet of paper with an ordinary blue pen,

I remember you wished me a safe journey

With a voice of late spring breeze in your lush evergreen branches.

Thank you for that,

I arrived safely in China.

Thank you for blooming at the end of May,

Thank you for rushing to share your charcoal white

Uprising starfish bells before I go

Leaving you surrounded by sunflower plants,

Gooseberry and blackcurrant bushes.

I want to tell you something,

Beautiful,

I took you with me in my travel bag,

You bloom now in Beihai.

Your snow-white flowers talk to me

Whenever I look at them in the photo at you

Bringing me back home with you.

Yours sincerely,

Ivo

I fold a letter in a half,

And put it in an aquamarine envelope.

I write on it

To Japanese Azalea

I kiss it before I post it back to England

Throwing into a dark green post box on a sweltering street. 

26/06/24

I can look at the endless blue sky

Endlessly,

I like to look at them as deep as my eyes can stretch

In search for the answers I have lost,

But there is nothing more then

Creamy everlasting blueness

That I will never have enough.

06/07/24

Navy blue sky attempts to put asleep

Ever awake Shenzhen,

I have no time to close my eyes

Enjoying of seeing sparkling shooting stars

Slowly crossing the peaceful sky of the city

Where 23 million people

Have found a space

Now they call home.

17/07/24

Shenzhen weeps today seeing me leaving

I hide from its sadness under a black umbrella,

Musing

It wept pure tears from the pastel blue sky

Seeing me exiting a train station

It gifted me the most beautiful thing I had ever received from a city

A rainbow and the moon

In an early evening sky.

Goodbye Shenzhen

I’ll be back tonight

To spend another day with you.

19/07/24

Sky scrapers are stretching themselves high in the sky

Pushing each another out of their way

Squeezing for their own space on a small land in Honk Kong

Claiming and clinging in the rocks as if being terrified to be pushed

In the Victoria Harborough

Drawn under waters and being forgotten about their existence.

People, ordinary busses

White and red coloured taxis as if from 1970s

Colourful breath taking two-floor trams

Like ants run among people created sky reaching beasts

Not being afraid of them to be hurt.

20/07/24

My mind cannot catch my heart

And put it into a frame,

It’s running too fast

Holding the flag of love high above its head

Leading itself into routs

Where its decisions sting it with spikes of roses.

21/07/24

I thought the moon stayed with Shenzhen city

When I waved goodbye to it before travelling to Shan Tou,

But it didn’t

It surprised me when I walked out on a balcony

On the floor seven to breathe warm summer air.

It roses above my head in the dark blue sky

Broadly blooming now and showing its complete beauty

Dragging along with it puffy, dark grey blankets

Ready to cover me with them when I call

To make my sleep comfortable and deep

Until I decide to wake up.

22/07/24

I exchange my money for love

And I have nothing left

But full pockets of memories

Of laughs and kisses,

Smiling eyes and hearty hugs,

Tears of joy and heartwarming words.

17.08.24