Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black bird in close up photography
    Raven Wings

    Slid into heaven

    Thanks to raven wings and bones

    It is a dark room

    Scattering of beads, thunder

    I wake in the morn

    poem written in Tanka form

Sounds They Echo [poem #143]

Sounds they echo

through the walls

into a corridor

that never ends

an echo of an echo

down the hallway

drifting to ears

unknown.

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4 responses to “Sounds They Echo [poem #143]”

  1. Elle Nguyen Avatar
    Elle Nguyen

    Amazing!

    1. alinahappyhansenwriter Avatar
      alinahappyhansenwriter

      Thank you!

  2. blindzanygirl Avatar
    blindzanygirl

    This reminds me of waiting in the corridor at the hospitalm waiting to see my cancer Soecialist. Which I will be doing very soon. Strange what effect the sounds in the corridor have on you. Though I know your poem was not about that. Good poem

    1. alinahappyhansenwriter Avatar
      alinahappyhansenwriter

      Thank you. I agree, strange sounds.