A Whirling Baker’s Half-Dozen

 
(Each haiku or senryu below begins with a phrase taken from Carl Sandburg’s “Many Hats.”)
 

The wind has a song
richer than buckwheat honey
spread on thick brown bread.
 
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
 
Across the desert
a forceful wind is roaring—
only sands rejoice.
 
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
 
We will give a name
to all things sweet and fragrant—
try not to lose hope.
 
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
 
The broken pieces—
push them all out of your way
and build something new.
 
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
 
You can see her bones
and how flexible they are—
grind them into bread.
 
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
 
I met four people,
dramatic in their smallness—
they looked just like me.
 
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
 
I saw a blackbird
but he did not glance at me—
wingtips smeared with stars.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Posted on April 15, 2012, in Carl Sandburg, haiku, NaPoWriMo, senryu, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl, We Write Poems. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

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