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[Kiskadee image from google]

kis kis kadeee

everyday at sunrise

these birds pass

on the baton to another

day of destined living

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Open Link Night #409 

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[image from Pinterest, edited at Picsart]

Something

Something old - those photos faded now, seem strange and somewhat awkard, faces disappearing within past times

Something new will perhaps be so, for mere moments; time and technology in a fierce battle of existing and continuing. 

Something borrowed - does anything really belong? is anything even really owned? Food, clothing, rites and rituals

Something blue like the sky, which scientists report is not coloured so but only appears thus. Not to be confusing. So don't overthink it

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Poetics: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

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 A most embrassing moment,

Why did he accept the challenge?

The band leader shouted,

Blow boy!

He put the horn to his lips and  with all his might.

He blew.

The horn is not his instrument.

What he grew up playing, is the pan

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 Q 249 Toot Toot!

Write a quadrille, prompt horn

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[AI generated image]They twinkle the night sky,

Lift wishes heavenly high,

How time has ticked

a heaven round the stars,

Hope is the thing held up high.

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 Taking a Fine Line Down”

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Let  Them

Let them smirk

I will write

Let them whisper

I will publish

Let them laugh

I will read to delighted children

Let them rag

I will read my poems to adult fingers snapping

Let them sink low

I will rise, rise, rise

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“Let Them” Write Poetry

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Down the concrete steps.  I would sit in the outside kitchen, in a corner, on a wooden stool. And you standing in front of a hot stove, stirring your pot. You would share your stories of growing up, without a mother, who died early  in your life. Leaving you like a mother  to your brothers and sisters. But these stories were told in  a matter of fact mood. That was how it was. There was neither anger nor regret intoned.

how lucky am i

to be privy to your life -

now you too have left

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  Haibun Monday 5-25-26: Remembrance

Link any poem of your choice

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He said he could play the flute

I thought he was being cute

And what of steelpan

He said of course he can

With his sister playing the lute

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 OpenLinkNight #408

Link any poem of your choice

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