Replay (a Wayra) *
Mid-voiced cedar flute
heard but not seen through the mist
welcomes another sunrise
pledges blue sky’s return
echoing yesterday’s echo.
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*The Wayra (Quechua – wind) :
1. A pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
2. Syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
3. Unrhymed.
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
So softly spoken…..leading up to such a wonderful ending….doubly important as how often do last lines fizzle…..really nicely down, and an almost shockingly high standard
I really like the specific description in the first line, setting the mood for the poem.
Mr. Natural speaks eloquently, and I dig it. Your last line is killer.
This is really lovely, Ron. I love that echoing.
Beautiful
Lovely!
The echo of the echo…just right. (K)
I love this word play: echoing yesterday’s echo.
A sound heard but not seen. I especially liked these ending lines,
pledges blue sky’s return
echoing yesterday’s echo.
I could hear the flute through the mist Ron. Beautifully written.
A mystical poem, full of music magic and blue sky.
i love the calmness of this piece. beautiful
Ah, the blue sky, flute and the mist! Perfect.
Absolutely stellar writing here, Ron! I love the idea of “echoing yesterday’s echo.” 💝💝
took me to the Andes … the place I associate with flutes, lovely
Nice one Ron
Much💛love
Crater Lake is an easy drive from Bend Oregon …. a mysterious, magical place where (each time I’ve visited) a native American flutist enchants visitors with her haunting music .. your wayra is a lovely reminder.
The echo of an echo… so gentle
Superb.
Oo, a new form!