Mockingbird III
Songs, returned
to their space
within the sphere of
movement, the patterns inscribed
as if to touch the face of every
wind: here one moment, then
gone. This quickness delights us.
How, then, do we so often forget
those things we share? Night
comes and goes to another’s
phrase, yet each note is so precisely
placed, so carefully rendered
that we hear only the voice, not its source.
Another piece from the 80s. This would likely be a much longer poem if I were to write it today.


Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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i think it has just enough power and punch. leave it as it is. i like it.
maybe i would move those last three words to a last line for more impact.
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Thanks, Steph. I consider it an artifact from long ago – it’s interesting to see where I might have taken a different direction – but I probably won’t mess with it now.
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I do like your suggestion about the last three words!
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Breathtakingly beautiful. To my taste, it is exquisite as is.
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Thank you.
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Just so lovely… 🙂 Thanks Robert!
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Thank you, Iris.
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very nice. the photo too.
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Thanks, John.
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“The mocking bird
imitates
no one
everything it sings
it makes it’s own” JR
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They incorporate so much into their songs – like jazz riffs.
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I’m thinking this is PERFECT. Love the concise style you have–you’re too good, Sir.
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Thank you.
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…still, it can’t hurt. Two versions. Would make an interesting comparison if you feel there’s more you could write now.
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It would be an interesting exercise.
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Keep the old one. But write a new one. I’m game for you writing a new one. Go ahead! I have long believed that there is no such thing as a revision, just another poem, and another. Are you done yet? Come on!
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Almost done, Jeff. Just give me another five or six years. Or twenty. I tend to move slowly. 🙂
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Please write another poem to that art piece from the 80’s. Very nice ending to Mockingbird III. Birds sometimes return or are gone for days.
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One of these days… 🙂
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really beautiful!
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Thanks, Maggie!
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Thank you for liking “Sunday Tranquility” and “Spring Equinox.” Wonderful poem! 🙂 I admire your ability to capture the powerful yet fleeting quality of creative expression.
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Thanks very much!
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I love this.
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Thank you.
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