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Ravening
Lady, you are here—
still my ravening hunger
with one vibrant word.
Text and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: The Secret Garden at Rancho Los Alamitos, Long Beach, California
More The Thursday Think Tank with the theme “Hunger” here
More Sunday Scribblings with the theme “You Are Here” here
More Haiku Heights with the theme “Vibrant” here
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon here
More Straight Out of the Camera shots here
More Mellow Yellow Monday photos here
More Ruby Tuesday photos here
More Blue Monday photos here
still my ravening hunger
with one vibrant word.
Text and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: The Secret Garden at Rancho Los Alamitos, Long Beach, California
More The Thursday Think Tank with the theme “Hunger” here
More Sunday Scribblings with the theme “You Are Here” here
More Haiku Heights with the theme “Vibrant” here
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon here
More Straight Out of the Camera shots here
More Mellow Yellow Monday photos here
More Ruby Tuesday photos here
More Blue Monday photos here
In the Fallow Garden
In the fallow garden,
beside the rippling koi pond
a little bell tinkles,
calling the swallows to rest
from their rambunctious flights.
I offer each of them a crumb of cake
left over from last night’s birthday celebration
at the ballroom on Forty-Second Street,
where there was no hat rack
for my obsolete headgear,
and so I had two choices:
to sit as a wallflower with my hat in my lap
or to dance with my hat on.
I chose to dance,
swirling and twirling around the floor
(by myself, of course) until 2 a.m.,
when John came in his automobile
to fetch me and take me home.
(I so admire his beauty and grace
the way his strong hands grip the wheel,
keeping us on track,
the way they search my face in the dark
pausing at each pore and follicle
to give thanks and bless me.)
And now it is the morning after,
and with my hat perched on my head
I feed the swallows crumb by crumb
beside the rippling koi pond
in the fallow garden.
beside the rippling koi pond
a little bell tinkles,
calling the swallows to rest
from their rambunctious flights.
I offer each of them a crumb of cake
left over from last night’s birthday celebration
at the ballroom on Forty-Second Street,
where there was no hat rack
for my obsolete headgear,
and so I had two choices:
to sit as a wallflower with my hat in my lap
or to dance with my hat on.
I chose to dance,
swirling and twirling around the floor
(by myself, of course) until 2 a.m.,
when John came in his automobile
to fetch me and take me home.
(I so admire his beauty and grace
the way his strong hands grip the wheel,
keeping us on track,
the way they search my face in the dark
pausing at each pore and follicle
to give thanks and bless me.)
And now it is the morning after,
and with my hat perched on my head
I feed the swallows crumb by crumb
beside the rippling koi pond
in the fallow garden.
© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
