CHIEU VU THAO NGOC Square grass, messy color of flowers, affectionate Suddenly hearing the vast voice of someone passionately Words of intense longing, only that much is enough to be extremely warm Afternoon falls towards the blue mountains Afternoon falls towards the sea, the sea is turbulent Afternoon falls on the streets, the streets are stormy We fall back together, the afternoon rises with happiness...
8.March 2026
HOA DOI DINH QUANG TRUNG Remembering the old March months Green spring when mother had not yet become a grandmother Father was still busy wandering Alone, mother's body near and far, the market of life At night, storks are resting Mother takes care of carrying poles far away from villages Market far away, mother's feet step steadily slippery roads drizzling rain even heavier shoulders Over many years of hard work Raising children to grow up, two thin shoulders of mother In my life, I am like now Ơn xưa con đáp biết ngày nao nao xong March month I tell myself How to live like a mother, a flower of life Eighth day of the eighth lunar month, women everywhere Receive flowers to welcome the moonlight of Spring Happy day, I am still bewildered Why do I feel so sorry for my old mother's mortal path.
Lac Nhue, March 7, 2026
SITTING AND WATCHING ROSES TRAN NGOC MY Gentle fragrance Delicate infatuation The person raises the flower with their hands Many eyes admire Before the splendor of the flowers Bright red Red overshadows the sun The poet does not have enough words to cheer Who secretly loves that flower Even though thorns thrush the pain Flowers are like youth easily fades quickly Fragrant in the hurried days But please, don't look sadly through the window Life has too much leftover bitterness Everyone will go through the journey The leaf will turn yellow, the flower will wither, time will wither...
So sadness does not need to be sad like that!
Peace is a quiet flower-viewing session Knowing that you are living a normal day.
3.2026
MAI GIA HUY MUSIC NIGHT Four walls of sound limiting memories waves of vibration clashing keys to forget in the past forcing myself to find things that do not belong to sound looking at things that do not belong to me emotional things that once belonged to me shortening a child wearing a hat dancing with a flute practicing love again running to the place called the end music makes the child innocent there is no place called the end I am the end in the music night.
3.2026
BLINDNESS VO DANG PHUOC THINH We stroll in the middle of the season, not yet called.
The streets are imbued with sunlight, captivating familiar paths.Spring leans its shadow by the quiet porch, the wind cherishes a dream that has just ripened in the night.The water is silent, listening to the season come very gently.Waves whisper, touching the drifting clouds.Rows of trees bow their shoulders to lull the evening to contemplation.Whose eyes are sadly anchored far away?There are butterflies knocking into the silence.Apes touch lips and then disappear in the fragrance of the sky.The night presses their ears into the very thin porch.Listening to Spring with a rhythmic breath.Spring comes gently as if we forget remembering.Just suddenly filling our hands.A streak of sunlight leaning across the memory.But we suspect we have passed the day.3.2026
VU TRU KHANH - POETRY Dedicated to artist Dao Anh Khanh - Dao Anh Tho | DAO KHA QUANG LINH When 7 notes can take us to Heaven 7 Arhats return to the lower world For centuries there has been a strange person from all heavens A fragment of meteorite transforms into an angel sent down by God Envoy manifests Love - Art Hòa a bản nguyên cuồng lưu water of fire Pure Mountain In the middle of a valley Green sky red rice ancient trees shining flowers I am a mountain rising when I myself offer tides to harmonize with the universe Eternal universe love is not yet satisfied Red lips of fire Each insect each seed of love Toile tenses the sky Unique strand flowing against the flow Temperature of each microcircuit Endless body Harmonic harmonies constantly bursting Each cell of da quang Each eye drop - waterfall Singing: Niệm chú phồn sinh Poetry: Spiritual map The shape is energetic and đột biến The flow is đột biến* The velvet cat throws itself into the tiger Five-color clouds, five-planet waves The dance of thụ tác mùa sinh
* Exhibition "Dòng chảy đột biến" at the Vietnam Fine Arts Museum, March 13 - 20, 2026.
