FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: DEAD DAYS Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words dead and/or day, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on November 15th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Dead Days will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, November 16th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Monday, November 11, 2024

Shih-Fang Wang

The Wind’s Journey 


At the break of day

The morning wind awakes 

I feel it passing by 

It tousles my hair 

It flirts with my skirt 

The grasses bow down 

As it crosses the field 

It ruffles the leaves 

Of the autumn trees 

It chases the clouds 

Out of the sky 

Continues its journey

Bending the reeds  

Along the river 

And when it reaches the ocean 

Over the waves

It dances its way

Into the sunset 




Life Journey


No one is able to escape demise

It is a must for all of us to face 

Although it may arrive in great disguise  

While health and youth are still in our embrace    


Our destiny determines short or long

We can enjoy days free from fear of death

Then at last we have to sing our swan song

And without a choice take our final breath


So let us treasure our journey on earth       

We must seize each moment without misuse

And try to make this transient life gold’s worth

Through pursuing our dreams and inner muse


Do the very best to fulfill your life’s goal

Mortal time is never in our control 


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