Chop

The squash

On the cutting board

Teapot whistling

Soup running out

Smoke alarm shrieking

Me, a Dead pan

Mop the waste

Empty the dust-pan

in the

Garbage can

My Research Question (a poem)

In a world where money buys everything,

Who buys poetry?

In a world where human avarice is satiated

At the cost of nature,

Who wants poetry?

In a world where inner peace is hard to gain,

What is the use of poetry?

Poetry,

Cannot buy me a house,

Oh, even a bar of chocolate.

Poetry,

Cannot save a tree;

Writing poetry even consumes paper.

Poetry,

Cannot keep you as high as

Smoking drugs (Look at the addicts. Never try it. It’s illegal~).

But poetry is

The nectar of language.

It is a fountain for

My progress,

My happiness,

My optimism,

My love of life,

And my love of nature.

That is what

I do poetic research for.

Question for my research question (a poem)

Can money buy happiness, friendship and love

In this vulgar world?

How could human beings satiate their avarice at the cost of nature,

as human beings are just a part of nature?

You cannot fool people by saying inner peace is hard to gain,

As you know clearly

After writing lines of poems

And after putting on the “band”

You are in deep calm

Poetry has helped you get a better life

You don’t like chocolate, hey buddy.

Poetry can be a weapon

Combating waste

Poetry kept you high

In a more natural and harmless way

Than drugs do

Poetry is

The nectar of language.

It is a fountain for

My progress,

My happiness,

My optimism,

My love of life,

And my love of nature.

That is what

I do poetic research for.