nameless faces

Walking foreign steps

to the rhythm of taiko

the pulse of erhu

dancing buddhas.


Cantonese croonings

lotus flower soft

silk smooth

operatic chants.


Lanterns parade

a welcome smile

nameless faces

yet known.


Humid mist

Eastern breeze

incense fog

scents of life.


and the journey begins

Comments

Kel said…
Dear Ms. Olivieri,
I am visiting your site for the first time, having come across from my brother's link to here from his "Ruminations of a Small Town Mountain Boy" blog. And charmed I am to have done so.
First, the image above startled me immediately as your site came in to focus on the screen. As I have stood in that self-same spot and snapped a probably similar, though likely less well balanced photo. I felt immediately a welcome familiarity and wondered if the photo, for you, is of home, or just a visit.
Then, upon reading the poem beneath the image, I was transported for a moment again to the mist wet walls and asian mountain vista's, hill tops hidden in rain bellied clouds, of the Great Wall near the Badalong Gate; the people jostling around me whispering or calling out in jarring Mandarin, Cantonese, and a myriad of other less dominant, yet present foreign-to-my-ear languages; moments of marvelously enticing scents from grill seared meats of several creatures woven onto sticks; and great piles, and strings, and tumblings of colors rich and subtle, shiny or intricately textured, fur, jewel, glitter, sheen, and tinklings of coin across arthritis twisted palms ~ assessing clever eyes above near toothless grins, incense weaving amongst the stalls at the gate.
Kel said…
I didn't mean to blather on, in the earlier comment, without saying thank you (I'm afraid I'm frequently guilty of diarhea of the pen). Somehow I found myself "timed out," or something, and couldn't get back in.

Anyway, thank you for posting that poem, so evocative of Asia ~ for the little trip back into my memories of China and Thailand. An excellent poem, and excellent shot of the little point below Cliff House.
jakill said…
Another cracker, Joanne. Hope we shall be treated to the rest of this journey.
Robert said…
It was like I was there..even though I have never been
Glynis said…
I loved the imagery you portray in your work
jakill - Thanks so much for your loyalty.

Robert - Thank you. That means alot coming from a fanastic a writer as you.

Glynis - Imagery is important so I am always working on that aspect of my poetry. Thanks.

Kel, thanks so much for your kind and poetic words. The site photo is that of ocean beach in San Francisco where I live. The poem ia about my journey through Hong Kong. I will have many more.

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