green parrot feather
on sidewalk smeared words carved in
cement I was here
sunshine warms bones and spreads wings
clouds billow and drift eastward
Tag: san francisco
Raven Croaks
early morning i
sit drinking tea and listening
to raven croaking
gliding through the air to land
on lamp post slick with dew drops
Liked this poem? Read Fog Slips Down the Hill and Chinatown Night Market.
Fog Slips Down the Hill
Fog slips down the hill
kissing windows and roads I
slide into my mind
and wonder where you are
who you have become
A Tanka.
In San Francisco (Tanka)
in San Francisco
the rain pours wind rips clouds sail
it’s March I drink tea
in early mornings at home
seagulls cry cable car dings
Written in Tanka form, I’m dabbling a bit here. What do you think? Leave a comment.
February in San Francisco: Books, Poems and Creations
The rain continued through February, but today there is a bright blue sky, and the Chinese New Year parade will crawl through downtown.
I’ve been missing, busy working on The Happy Poet Studio releasing creepy crawly inspired products.
Reading here and there, I’ve already finished five books this year. Do What They Say or Else was an intriguing stream of consciousness of a young woman. Indelicacy pulled me into a poor fabulous world of obsession and evolving relationships. Poor Things took me for a ride I wasn’t expecting with the last chapter a full 180 degree turn.
Listening to music as usual, I’m trying to expand my tastes and try something new, but the Spotify algorthims are keeping me in place.
Writing? Well, a poem here and there, and daily writing exercises when I can. I’m scribbling a few hundred words at the end of the day, but now mostly completing my writing on the weekends. I’m looking for journals to submit a few mismatched lonesome poems – recommendations welcome.
What are you reading/writing/listening to? I want to know.
Wishing for sunny days, this is The Happy Poet signing off.
–Alina