I remember the time she told me I was doing it all wrong

Not a careful steeping, but a mad rush of hot water

She took my hand, and we let the kettle sing its song

then waited for the tea to make magic a little bit longer

for #OpenWrite

It's the fold between night and day - Am I even here?

Very Doubtful

I hear the rush of something in the leaves - Should I even care?

Ask Again Later

A car approaches, and I pull the dog aside — Should I wave?

Concentrate And Ask Again

Shall I wave?

Yes

I did as you told but there was no response - How shall I behave?

Better Not Tell You Now

The sun begins to climb and morning breaks — Is this the end of an all-nighter?

Signs Point To Yes

I'm talking to a voice of a object from childhood - Does that make me a writer?

Without A Doubt

for #OpenWrite using this Magic 8 Ball site https://magic-8ball.io/

Something sweet sounds like a cupcake with licked white frosting on our fingers, forever in that remembered moment of closed-eye deliciousness, when quiet contentment turns into loved laughter

for #OpenWrite

but (something) beautiful - the way the sound of the night plays against the echoes of the stage, notes bending in the light of each fading day

for #OpenWrite

The muskrat, Chuchundra, trembles as he relays the news - his cousin, Chua, reminded him: snakes are everywhere - Can't you hear? Can't you hear?

for #OpenWrite Riff off Rikki Tikki Tavi

Whipped cream frosting on a whipped cream cake

My mother, tossing sugar, with the oven set to bake

A once-a-year adventure she'd once agreed to take

I'd sit and watch her work, and dream and contemplate

then after celebration, we'd dig in, without haste

I'd close my eyes in wonder and lose myself to taste

for #OpenWrite

So much becomes us only in reflection

dappled surface of river running towards the patient ocean

against the bend, the boat pushes against timeless currents

and then, the heart, a mirage we make real by remembering

for #OpenWrite

A song is something to remember a memory by -

a melody hiding inside
a scaffold of a poem -

Sometimes, you sing together; sometimes, you sing it alone

for #OpenWrite

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Maybe you can remember how we've become Entangled; Not just merely Tempered, but enmeshed Inside these echoes Of Newness and the now

Acrostic poem (“mention”) for #OpenWrite

It takes quiet, doesn't it, to notice the lone leaf, dropping?

The way it swoops its way downward, taking its time dancing on the currents

This, the first sign of summer ending, signaling something to a sleepy world

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