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 Oh! Where Are you Going?

He was barefooted, leaving no footprints

Barechested, without a belly

Standing erect, yet without a spine

Is your name worthless?

I asked as i passed him in the corridor

Your facelessness looked familiar

I stated firmly, peering into his demeanor

 Like a poem, without words

No he retorted; my name is love

You must be joking, i said exicitedly!

Love? Love?

And where are you off to?

But at that point, i didn't really want to know

The bougainvillea i planted, are so lovely

 I mused in a whisper,  to myself.

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 Contradicting Emily

Why write if not to free thought from its incarceration of mind's cell, if not to converse, to share and expect retort in the bargain.

Appreciation can be free, many will agree, but when a reader, dips into her purse to show the worth of a poet's thought, that narrative is special; that's applauding publication.

Is the 'auction of the mind', still considered a seeming truism, in today's effortless - share, follow and add.

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NOTE: I opted not to do flash fuction.

To understand  the line fully; i googled. This is what i got

Publication — is the Auction" by Emily Dickinson (c. 1863) argues that publishing one's work ("the mind") is a "foul" act of selling one's inner thoughts for public consumption, akin to a market auction. The poem suggests that turning intellectual and spiritual creation into a commercial product "reduces" the human spirit to a market price.

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[from google -Tree of Life – Handcrafted Saura Tribal Painting (Odisha Tribal Art)]

 On Living

Live today, for it has already been accepted

Or you wouldn't be here

I hear birds singing from a cloudless sky

Live with love, or you wouldn't be happy, trust me

Love, keeps questioning, who are you, i hear love, but, i don' respond

Live with wisdom, it is already inside of you

We are divinely made, we cry, we smile, we eat

Live with vigour, as you have the strenght to do.

In my old age i have become lazy, two stretches maybe, per day

Live in gratefulness, for life is a gift

A prayer a day, keeps God in sight, really.

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[bones from Picsart]

 White Bones - A Quadrille

White bones picked clean,

Phantoms of the night bring,

Scattering the front path,

No rattling of the front gate,

No sound of rustling wind,

Just silent reward of night,

If i sweep them all away,

There's more the next day.

White bones, picked clean.

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[ an image from googlr edited at Picsart]

 A False Interlude

Blank pages stare with eyes bright,

All sure words circling around,

None fall to clause or fright;

Arriving right on time, daylight.

Again silvery sunrise draws to

Azure; here is another gift, day;

But the storms offer dryness new,

To season of wetness just may,

Erase all phases as if phrases,

Need doing or telling; what

Scribes should to sunset raise;

Wait for petite careme, that

Can surprise a fertile curve;

When sunny rays dry out,

What is unpredictable like,

A haven of verbs in swerve.

The blank page transgresses,

Print, words, phrases no wrong

Thoughts arriving; sure tresses

Like daylight did with birdsong.

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Note: The Petit Carême (or "little Lent") is a short, 2-3 week dry spell that occurs during the rainy season in Trinidad and Tobago, typically between mid-September and mid-October. It acts as a break from heavy rainfall, bringing sunny, warm weather reminiscent of an Indian Summer [info at google]

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In T&T, March is a cool down after February's carnival madness unless; the carnival is in early March, here then, the madness is in tact.

No tea party here; it's party on the road for two days after the seasonal carnival parties, more commonly refered to as carnival fetes.

Alice's March hare will easily fit in. Carnival is about colour, costume, dance/whine, alcohol, allowed 'misbehaving' within limits. Lots of words chanted in calypso/ kaiso/soca 

musical forms.

children's carnival -

mother push carts her baby

dressed as a bunny

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