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 first appeared here in March 2015, and would likely be a much longer poem if I were to write it today.


Short can be good, in the 2010s, with its extremely distracted readers. Or poems with a standalone first few stanzas that link to the longer piece.
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My aesthetic is better suited to brevity, but I can’t say that I concern myself much about distracted readers. If they’re not willing to work a little bit, they’re probably not reading the poetry I like to read and hope to write. 🙂
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Delightful as is … would love longer, too … perhaps you’ll turn it into a Ghazal?
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Ha! I recently rewrote a poem, turned it into a ghazal. Kept the same title, until I realized that it no longer worked with the poem. And the poem changed so much that it no longer resembled the original – none of the phrases remained intact. No telling what might happen here.
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Thank you for enjoying my blogs. Please come back more often. Take care.
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Thank you for returning the favor. 🙂
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When I was a kid, we had a mockingbird in our backyard that had taken to imitating my brother, who was 2 years old at the time. Whenever someone told my brother, “No,” his plaintive rejoinder was a melodic, “But I have to…” The mockingbird, apparently, found it compelling. It got to the point to where we couldn’t tell if it was the bird or my brother who initiated the protests, due to such meticulous rendering on the part of both creatures of habit!
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I used to hear a cell phone’s ringtone while waiting for my bus. This may not sound all that unusual, but the sound always came from a rooftop or tree. I finally realized that a mockingbird was the culprit.
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Thanks for sharing, I really liked the poem. Sometimes the shorter ones are the ones that stick!
Kathrin — http://mycupofenglishtea.wordpress.com
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I’m so pleased you liked it. Thank you.
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There are always mockingbirds around when we go to the beach. Delightful companions, and often “only the voice”. I love the idea of patterns inscribed on the wind. (K)
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My three favorite birds: mockingbirds, hummingbirds and wrens. My fourth would likely be the black vulture, which probably does not make many favorites list. 🙂
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It’s interesting to consider the birds that seem to follow me around. Crows, always, and lately blue jays and cardinals. I only see mockingbirds at the beach…
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I seldom see crows, but the others are abundant here.
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I was even followed by some fish crows on the beach. I always feel they are there to get me out of my tendency to zone out. “Pay attention!” and I do (for awhile anyway…)
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Wrens often wake me up when I’m in my groggy, pre-coffee state.
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I’m sure there’s some message there…
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I like shot poems, most of my poems are short, as I usually run out of concentration, and ideas.
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Me, too. I could never write an epic! Anything that bleeds over to a second page is a stretch for me.
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Thanks Robert, I actually buy smaller writing pads, as not to waste paper Hehe.
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Ha!
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80s you is so fine.
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Ah, thanks Paul.
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I LOVE IT JUST AS IT IS. THIS OLD HAIKU WRITER BOWS AND REMINDS YOU
THAT LONGER ISN’T ALWAYS BETTER, NOR IS LONGER ALWAYS WORSE.
POETIC QUANDARY!
NAMASTE,
OBI-RON-KENOBI
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Poetic quandry, indeed! Thank you, Obi-Ron.
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Oh I love the accompanying poem!
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