The Rain in Hong Kong


I listen to the rain in Hong Kong
birds sing longing melody
the streets are full of mystical light
I contemplate the Man Mo Temple
recite the poetry of Su Shi

I listen to the rain in Hong Kong
the voices of the SoHo District
merge with the echo of the saint texts
I taste the sounds of the eternal Hong Kong
and my heart is filled with happiness








Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2018-03-16 at 18:32

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Memories tread my favorite song, home far away from my shadow weeping held in contempt yet I try. Most of my history gone or diluted please help me correctly spell my name correctly. Told I'm American and I stand between all that is and what hasn't materialize. A somber sunset greets me on the horizon as the erhu cries for my inability to remember the true place of my birth. China Crystal, oh now I remember part of my name. The root of the cause is strength embraced miles below in secrecy; once visable the rainbow already had a bit of a head start. Thanks for the trip back home to a place I've never been. Again such genius.
2018-10-09


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Elegantly simple, very pleasing to read and contemplate.
2018-03-18



Wonderful! I cherish especially the particulars of this poem, the proper names, the specific poet, the name of the temple. Brava!
2018-03-17