陈帆当代诗说（选）

 

 

红电话黑电话

 

                               线           

                         接通了

                         灵魂

                         那

                         红与黑

                         是颠倒的

                         私密

                         在

                         窜

                         流

 

 解构 

 

                         爱

                         无法

                         定义

                         只有

                         分手的

                         时刻

                         那天平的

                         一方

                         便多了

                         回味

 

只是为了寻找

 

                         当亚当和夏娃

                         化为一体

                         人类

                         便有了爱

                         爱招来邪恶

                         恨却成事

                         爱的宣言

                         无计数的日月

                         终末唤醒

                         人类

                         那痴迷

                         已永无休止

 

突 围

 

                         不要去

                         惧怕

                         未知的

                         包括着

                         硕果

                         总以为

                         前面

                         如云

                         如烟

                         其实

                         如真的

                         你

                         仍然

                         像大树

                         一棵

 

静止的空间

 

                         这停顿

                         是如此的

                         冷漠

                         任窗外的

                         寒意瑟瑟

                         春天

                         已在我的

                         心间发芽

                         先不要

                         盘点

                         收获

 

随风而去

 

                              屋檐下的风铃

                         叮当叮当

                         摇曳着

                         垂柳丝儿

                         飘柔了

                         花坛丛中

                         有一只

                         小花猫

                         它窜跳

                         到草地上

                         双眼

                         直盯着

                         叮当当的

                         风铃

                         垂柳

                         飘舞起来

                         那花猫儿

                         蹦跳着

                         仰躺在

                         草被里

                         它迷狂了

                         前爪

                         伸向了

                         天空的

                         白云