head propped up
stretched out
on summer grass
I watch a gentle wave
of ancient chinese
practice tai chi
in golden gate park
they wave hands in clouds
disguise family secrets
in soft-slow movements
next to me
a young family
flies a red dragon
on a bay breeze
dips and rises
against the blue
for a moment
I close my eyes
to the sun
& dream about
nothing in particular
April 29, 2008 at 4:58 am
I like this one very much
April 29, 2008 at 5:39 am
I lived in Hong Kong for five years, so I especially loved this, took me right back there, you got it perfectly.
April 29, 2008 at 9:17 am
The pace is especially appealing here—perfectly matched to its subject—and I especially enjoy the last line, which seems to belie and also reinforce what the poem has said. Wonderful. —D
April 29, 2008 at 10:36 am
Vincent, Jo, D
Thanks for reading and dropping in–much appreciated.
April 29, 2008 at 1:10 pm
wonderful evocation of atmosphere here.
April 29, 2008 at 8:44 pm
Such a gentle and beautiful evocation, the similarity of their art and yours making something from air, from breath, symboles and so on, layered and sweet,
April 29, 2008 at 9:12 pm
Thanks Juliet for visiting
April 29, 2008 at 9:49 pm
Hong Kong? I could have sworn this was written about San Francisco. Isn’t it great how poetry will invoke different places as well as meanings?
April 29, 2008 at 11:00 pm
Bob
it was SF–hence Golden Gate park–but imagine Jo saw the same thing in Hong Kong