Haiku and Senryu by the Dozen

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Their old love letters—
she was saving them for him,
but then the wind raged.
 
~ ~ ~
 
Sometimes blazing grace
may drive you into deserts,
far away from friends.
 
~ ~ ~
 
Who can bear the loss
of hearth and home, health and kin?
Job knows the answer.
 
~ ~ ~
 
The yarn she told me
terrorized even the stars—
what was she thinking?
 
~ ~ ~
 
Despite the wailing
of women at the altar,
I drift off to sleep.
 
~ ~ ~
 
Ten thousand stitches
to sew the stars together—
are you the seamstress?
 
~ ~ ~
 
They wear no sweaters,
even when the wind shrieks down
from the snow-capped peaks.
 
~ ~ ~
 
Wind it seven times,
the string around your finger,
to remember me.
 
~ ~ ~
 
I was not allowed
to stop before I started
becoming empty.
 
~ ~ ~
 
It is a spirit,
not the one I expected,
whispering to me.
 
~ ~ ~
 
Shovel them under,
shards of all your broken dreams—
let them rest in peace.
 
~ ~ ~
 
For the faerie queene
seven offerings were left,
one a sacred plum.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon here
 
More The Sunday Whirl Wordle 37 poems here
 
More The Poetry Pantry #81 poems here
 
More The Purple Treehouse haiku here
 

Posted on January 1, 2012, in haiku, Haiku My Heart, The Poetry Pantry, The Purple Treehouse, The Sunday Whirl. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. I’m blown away. You touch my spirit.

  2. MMT, I don’t know how you do it week in and out, but you’ve given us another intriguing set of verses. I’m especially struck by “I was not allowed/to stop before I started/becoming empty.”

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      Thank you, Traci! I don’t know how I do it either. I wrote these on the plane last night, zooming from Zacatecas to Tijuana, Mexico and was so tired I could barely see straight.

  3. i like the last one the best 🙂

  4. Beautiful use of the wordle words! Your haiku and senryu seem to flow effortlessly from your fingertips. Love all of them but these are my favorites:

    Wind it seven times,
    the string around your finger,
    to remember me.

    ~ ~ ~

    I was not allowed
    to stop before I started
    becoming empty.

  5. Nice assortment, mmt.

    Pamela

  6. The yarn she told me
    terrorized even the stars—
    what was she thinking?

    Reminded me instantly of Medea. The brain is an odd creature.

    Again, I love your approach to wordles. I have a note to try this on my own, as a way into haiku topics.

    margo

  7. “I was not allowed to stop before I started becoming empty”. Wow! This really made me think. I like the whole poem.

  8. A formidable command of form and wordle words.

  9. Just beautiful work! Enjoyed every one of them. I agree with Brenda, am blown away.

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