Whirling with Myself

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The first line of each haiku or senryu is the last line of the poems I wrote last week for The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 72.
 
This week’s whirling words are: remote, warriors, fierce, suffering, silence, shaken,
blessing, rugged, cows, splendor, marble, grace

 
 


plotting quick escapes
to lands foreign and remote—
places with no names
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Fragile little wren,
even warriors cannot
rout you from your nest.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
one hundred million
relentless, fierce mosquitoes
stabbing my bare legs
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Master Wind whips by,
suffering no one to breathe
until he has passed.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Lashing autumn winds
breaking silence into shards—
who will gather them?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
It was full of plums
shaken from the tree at dawn—
white wicker basket.
 
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Into unmapped realms
we move with one small blessing
as our only guide.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Poteen stains their breath—
rugged druids gyrating
by the moon’s wan light.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Before moving on,
seven cows sang seven songs
to the goddess Grass.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
On my fading skirt,
the splendor of fraying threads—
my mortality.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Skulking through the night
over cold black marble floors—
my thieving lover.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Apples into wine—
the grace of autumn’s bounty
poured into my heart.
 

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 73
 
More The Poetry Pantry #114

Posted on September 8, 2012, in haiku, senryu, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl. Bookmark the permalink. 33 Comments.

  1. That fragile little wren refusing to be routed from her nest wins my admiration!

  2. “silence into shards” “fraying threads – my mortality” Wow! Not soon forgotten. 🙂

  3. Before moving on,
    seven cows sang seven songs
    to the goddess Grass.

    My favourite, though I have a soft spot for the white wicker basket as well.

  4. “Before moving on,
    seven cows sang seven songs
    to the goddess Grass.” – what a scene !!!

  5. Oh yes, those mosquitos. Ouch! We’ve got the West Nile virus in our area quite BAD this year. Have to take a lot of care. Glad the seven cows could sing to grass. With the drought here this year, the cows did not have much luck.

  6. Yes! I love the seven cows! Your work brought a big smile this morning. The thieving lover piece brought a strong image. Brava!!

  7. Clever idea. I like the strategy. I join the others with the cows. What a great image, especially imagining the great cows used in TV ads.

  8. The third one really hits home b/c here in TX West Nile virus is running rampant.

  9. one hundred million
    relentless, fierce mosquitoes
    stabbing my bare legs. – Gosh I know how that feels

  10. oh, I love these ‘stories’ Saw a Haiku tree in the Botanic Gardens yesterday.

  11. That second one is breathtaking!

  12. The plums in wicker basket match a picture on my wall… Lovely!

  13. I absolutely loved the bursts of violent phrasing throughout (stabbing, lashing, shaken, et cetera). They swayed the tone nicely toward quickening.

  14. Into unmapped realms
    we move with one small blessing
    as our only guide

    This lifted me high into the skies where spirits wait to mingle… Very beautiful.

  15. I enjoyed each one…especially the songs of cows.

  16. Brilliant pieces…I loved this especially…
    “On my fading skirt,
    the splendor of fraying threads—
    my mortality.”—A poignant one!

  17. Each one has something about it that is special, amazing the way you do that. And using the last line from each of the poems from last week is like baking 12 little friendship cakes using the starter batter from previous happy times. The goodness pays forward and never ends.

  18. one hundred million
    relentless, fierce mosquitoes
    stabbing my bare legs

    ~~~
    now a tasty treat
    as age adapts chemistry –
    mosquitoes eat me

    (I sympathize with you here.)

  19. My favorite is the seven cows followed by the warrior wren.

  20. I really like the first two, but my favorite is the fifth. It gave me chills when I read it. Great job with the words.

  21. My favorite stanza:

    It was full of plums
    shaken from the tree at dawn—
    white wicker basket.

  22. The little wren refusing to be ousted is my heroine. The mosquito’s are horrendous, thankfully we are coming toward the end of that here. Enjoyed every single one of these, thank you and, thanks for the visit.

  23. “One small blessing as our guide,” is a fabulous phrase!

  24. The fragile little wren is lovely, MMT.

    Pamela

  25. These are incredibly wonderful, every single one. Wow. Impressive writing.

  26. Poteen stains their breath—
    rugged druids gyrating
    by the moon’s wan light.

    ROFL!! Lol too. I am a Reform Druid , part of the Reformed Of North America group. Don’t drink but found this to be perfect.

  27. Each had such feeling and a range of emotions brilliant

  28. Give me a basket full of plums any day! Definitely my favorite.

  29. my favorite line- the goddess Grass!
    You really have the talent for this!

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