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3 comments:
Splat buzz hum
oink quack slurp
hiss squeek mumble
hush boom crackle
whirr pop whoosh
Forlorn
(hear it)
Forlorn
I play the Native American flute so I chose the word, "flute."
A dried stick, hollowed,
sings its love songs and lullabies
a trio of player, wind and tree.
Its sound is wind medicine
sighing down through time
to heal pining hearts and spirits.
My word is ‘postcard.’
A souvenir you mail.
A memory in image and word.
A place that can fit in your pocket.
A way to say “I thought of you, but not enough to write.”
A picture you wish you would have taken.
A little snapshot of a lifetime.
A way to remember.
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