Moss-covered Monk

Moss-covered Monk


Thursday, May 2, 2013

Delayed Daily Musing - April 30th, 2013 - Poetry - 詩 - Shī

Poetry - 詩 - Shī

Anything can inspire poetry-
a pair of tattered boxing gloves,
the chipped paint,
thin canvas
and creaky wood.
Many generations of sweat
and tireless toil
under the dim lights
collecting dust.
Portraits of champions
in flimsy frames
are arranged around the ring 
as altars of reverence.
Instead of incense,
cigar smoke swirls in the air
as a grizzled old man
barks orders at a beginner
who beats away at the heavy bag.
His voice carries far,
and a young boy nearby slips up the stairs
to see for himself.
The next generation
slips on the gloves.