Blackbird, Blackbird

Blackbird, blackbird perching in the tree,
What is this song you’re singing to me?
Where did you find it? Under a stone?
Maybe it came from the dead man’s bone.
Strange is the tune, and odd are the words—
Mysteries held by no other birds.
 
Blackbird, blackbird, the stories you tell—
Some are of heaven, some are of hell.
Everything’s cryptic, nothing is clear;
You sing, I quake with frissons of fear.
Blackbird, blackbird, will you ever cease
Singing dark songs and give me some peace?

 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: T-Shirts

A shop on Whiskey Row in Prescott, Arizona offers T-shirts for sale.
 

One photo, two memes.
 

 
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Love in 5-7-5 Time

1.
whatever you love
cuts you like a knife, carving
canyons in your flesh
 
 
2.
someone who loves you
washes away everything
you thought essential
 
 
3.
ceaseless floods of love
grind your soul’s granite to silt
washing it downstream
 
 
4.
layer by layer
what’s inside you is revealed
by your lover’s art

 
 

© 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

 
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Lotus

An open lotus casts a small shadow in a garden in Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico.

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Wine

Detail from a mosaic on a community wall, Ajo, Arizona
 

Hand and hand we walk
through this dry and thirsty land—
birdsong is our wine.

 
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My Companions

Words are my companions,
I take them everywhere:
Stone and pine and blackbird,
Porcupine and bear.
 
Words are my companions,
I hug them to myself:
Fork and spoon and teacup,
Honey, pantry, shelf.
 
Words are my companions,
I treasure every one;
Verbs and prepositions
Roll right off my tongue
 
Along with a salacious
Adjective or two;
Words are my companions—
I love what they can do!
 
 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Eatery

Hungry? Try some country-style, wood-fired chicken at this eatery in Cholula, Puebla, Mexico.
 
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Haibun: Easter Meal

The anchovies on the pizza were too salty, and I’m desperately thirsty. I keep trying to drink some water, but the table wobbles and it’s hard for me to pick up the glass. I never expected to be eating alone in a sad café on a chilly Easter Sunday. Through the dirty window an almost biblical scene unfolds: sheep grazing on lush grass. A shepherd has led them there. It’s so restful to watch that I close my eyes for a moment. But the impatient water prods me back to awareness by snapping out a single word: “Finished?”
 

On a windy day
the white dove loses her song
somewhere on the way.

 

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher 

 
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Pedestrian

A lone pedestrian walks down a shadowy street in Tlaquepaque, Jalisco, Mexico.

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Shimmering Trees

Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona.
 
 
 
 
Blue sky, golden leaves—
 
a perfect day in autumn
 
etched in memory.
 
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Over the mountain a patch of blue sky
Catches my wandering, vagabond eye.
I look past the golden, shimmering trees,
And dream of sailing on distant blue seas.

Photo and poems © by Magical Mystical Teacher