2 poems by Jameson Chee-Hing

A Fallen Sun

The sun shines
We do not see
Blinded by rage
Wars
Senseless slaughter
We hurt each other

The sun shines
Darkness in our hearts
Consumes us
There is goodness in us
We do not see
That light so bright
Burning like a thousand suns
But buried
Veiled
Like a fallen sun
Why must it be this way?

The sun has fallen
It may never rise again
Why should it?
Why would it?
When will we ever learn?






The Tree Spirit

They call you the hundred-year-old tree
I think you are at least thrice that
With knurled branches and knuckled limbs
A canopy of verdant green
Your crusty girth belies your age

O sentinel of this old forest!
Watcher of the deep woods!
What spirits have come your way?
What events have you bore witness to?
In the solitude and silence
Of the accumulating years

At the cusp of this new year
A leap year no less!
And as I embrace you
What wisdom can you impart to me?
To guide me in this uncertain world.

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Jameson Chee-Hing is a poet, essayist, and writer. His poems have been featured in several anthologies. Jameson writes about relationships, social justice, the environment, and the human condition. He grew up in the inner-city neighbourhoods of Toronto, Canada and attended all three universities in that City. He is currently in the process of compiling his first Collection of Poetry. Jameson can be reached at jchee-hing@sympatico.ca

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