Blue Monday: Hungry Mallard
Part of a sign promoting clean lakes and streams, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
One day a hungry mallard
Was looking for a snack;
He looked both up- and downstream,
He looked both front and back.
He settled for a minnow,
While hungering for more,
Then swam back reluctantly
To the distant shore.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
The middle child
The middle child,
feeling lost and upset,
goes for treatment
one day a week.
In the waiting room,
her older brother
chants nursery rhymes
and tells stories
in a vain attempt
to comfort her.
“Wait till you see the lunches
they serve at school next week,”
he says.
“Seven kinds of ice cream!”
But the disconsolate middle child
cares nothing for ice cream lunches.
All she wants is to rise up
out of her wheelchair
and walk.
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Why
An old farm truck rusts in the sun, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Why do all things fall apart?
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Cholla
Cholla cactus at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Southern Arizona
Little cactus wren,
your nest in the tall cholla
blew away last night!
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Barren
Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
these barren branches—
even the dove fat with song
refuses to sing
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Playing her part
Sunset, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
She quiets her mind and opens her arms,
Embracing the ocean and stars;
Even the planets draw near as she breathes
And blesses both Venus and Mars.
Yoga sustains her day in and day out,
A peace settles over her soul;
She’s playing her part, although it is small,
Her part in the glorious whole.
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The Yogi
Sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
A yogi once lived by himself near a tree,
Waiting and watching with wonder;
His mission in life was solely to see
How rain came from lightning and thunder.
Alas for the yogi, he didn’t attain
The dream he had so long pursued.
And so, he massaged his poor muddled brain,
And proceeded to meditate nude.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blue Monday: Monsters
A mosaic dinosaur footprint at Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
Monsters, monsters everywhere,
On the land, and in the air!
Monsters with great clumsy feet!
Monsters you don’t want to meet!
Stay away from monster land!
Stay away from where they stand,
Lest you fall beneath their feet,
And your downfall be complete!
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Angel
A father bends
to help his little girl
who has skinned her knee
while running.
Somehow her legs gave way
and she stumbled in the gravel
at the sidewalk’s end.
He kisses the wound
again and again, murmuring,
“It’s all right, angel, it’s all right.”
Smiling back at him
through tears, she says,
“Thank you, Daddy.
You’re an angel too.”
Then the big angel spreads his wings
and carries his little angel home.
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When
Shadows surround a palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
When will the shadows go away?
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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