Category Archives: haiku

Imprinted

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


imprinted
on the desert sands
her night tracks

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Three Variations on ‘Old’

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clever old woman
hoarding sugar grain by grain
for her final cup
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
In the old photo
they never finish drinking
from their tilted flutes.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
her silky old hands
caressing the holy book
coaxing forth secrets

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Tower

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Bell tower, Templo de Santo Domingo, Zacatecas, México
 


ancient bell tower
a piteousness of doves
cooing grace and peace

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling with Robert Frost

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The first line of each haiku or senryu is taken from “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost.
 


~~ 1 ~~
I could not travel
the bleak and nebulous roads—
blazing ways I sought.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Way leads on to way,
even when you’re short of breath
and the timing’s off.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Be one traveler,
not two or three, divided
in vision and touch.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
in the undergrowth
a torch to cut through darkness
and welcome the light
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
in a yellow wood
a broken slab of tombstone
where three wraiths hover
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
I shall be telling
an opaque tale that will crush
the strongest of souls.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 109

Slow Death

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Old mowing machine, Clifton, Arizona
 


slow death by rusting
neglected mowing machine
after the harvest

 

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Neglected

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Clifton, Arizona
 


Neglected garden—
peering through the sagging gate
an old woman weeps.

 

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Leaking

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


spring morning
bullet-riddled tin
leaking sky

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling Here and There

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~~ 1 ~~
Hawk with broken wing,
will you be circling the sun
only in your dreams?
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
from her mouth strong words—
a vow to love him always,
binding heart to heart
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Still on moonless nights
she chants space between each star—
planets mouth her song.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the crook of her arm
protecting her nose and mouth
from his smashing fist
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
how the preacher’s drone
takes me to my childhood cave
where the dragons dance

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 108
 

Standing Firm

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Ironwood (Olneya tesota) in bloom, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


standing firm
amid the shadows
frail blossoms

 

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Wilderness Now

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Seasonal stream, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 

“It is hard to say good-bye to beloved flesh,” Madeleine L’Engle writes in Two-Part-Invention. It is also hard to say good-bye to beloved places, but the Sonoran Desert and I will soon part company. The tiny public school, where I have taught since last August, is no longer able to retain all the teachers currently on staff. Because I was one of the last to be hired, I am among the first to be let go. There will be no last-minute reprieve. As I prepare to leave this seared and desolate land I have come to love, I find myself humming a plaintive tune, first sung many thousands of years ago by a disconsolate group of displaced persons: “How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?” (Psalm 137:4).
 


suddenly a stream
refreshing weary pilgrims
in the wilderness

 
The future is uncertain. The wilderness is now.
 

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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