Another Whirl with Simon

83
 
 

The first line of each haiku or senryu is taken from “Time as Memory as Story” by Simon J. Ortiz.
 
 


A storyteller
takes pride in weaving commas
in and out her tales.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
We seek and are found
and something in our faces
glows with holy fire.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
We come to ourselves,
warming our hands at the fire
of wisdom and grace.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
a tall wooden desk—
the beauty of polished oak
snowfall of paper
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
They were all going
as fast as life would take them
to the wrong address.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
The stories of bones
belong in the charnel house
with their mistress Death.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Friends at the café
say they’re sorry for my loss,
but slurp their lattes.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Lightning and thunder
will suffice, unless, of course,
you crave more danger.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
I don’t remember
if she was silent or not—
the wrens could tell me.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
When all’s uncertain,
you hope to find some answers
underneath the stone.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Youth is not the time
to become the pawn of age—
long apprenticeship.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Eleven years old—
you think you will bust your gut
waiting for Christmas.
 

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Postcards from Paradise at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 83
 
More The Poetry Pantry #124

Posted on November 18, 2012, in haiku, Postcards from Paradise, Recuerda Mi Corazon, senryu, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 31 Comments.

  1. Oh, magical indeed!! You work haiku magic…these syllable counts don’t hinder your message ever…I love the two on fire and the one on lattes and loss…SO great to read you!!

  2. truly remarkable. esp the stanza on sipping lattes.brilliantly done.

  3. Awesome … what a set 🙂

  4. I especially like the first one and the one with answers under the stone.

  5. I will pay wrens more attention. Love the way these pieces seem to function as a single work.

  6. Magical is the right word for your words. Each segment is gemlike – the second especially gives hope to the lost.

  7. each one a perfect postcard from your heart of paradise.
    so lovely i could engrave them on my heart.
    i have been away from the words and visions of blogs,
    i have r e t u r n e d.

    xoxoxoxoxox

  8. It was the wrens who told me to look beneath the stone. These are magic,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/11/18/burnt-sacrifice/

  9. Thanks for dropping by – these are great – it is a style I really enjoy.

  10. I always love the enigmatic hint of mystique that runs through your poetry. I especially loved “something in our faces glows with holy fire” and ” we come to ourselves warming our hands at the fire of wisdom and grace”. Stellar!

  11. Such a wonderful collection of haiku. They shine with gentle wisdom.

  12. Beautiful. My favorite is the one about those at the coffee shop who are sorry for loss but still sip their lattes. A slice of the reality of life indeed.

  13. Wordly worldly paradise!

  14. This makes me feel and stirs my heart.

  15. Wonderful collection of haiku ~ magic with words ~ (A Creative Harbor) ^_^

  16. mmt, I find it hard to pick a favourite here, they are all quite good.

    Pamela

  17. Wonderful collection! I love the second haiku, “We seek and are found/and something in our faces/glows with holy fire”. Something here really got to me.

  18. Fantastic:

    “snowfall of paper”

    “They were all going
    as fast as life would take them
    to the wrong address.”

    “Friends at the café
    say they’re sorry for my loss,
    but slurp their lattes.”

  19. I love the image of the Wrens and the desk.

  20. My favourites are the desk and the wrens.

  21. I love these, as always. A “snowfall of paper” is a wonderful image. Well done.

  22. Yes they’ll slurp their lattes !

  23. {{ you had me ,,,
    joyfully ,,,
    at
    weaving commas ,,,
    as ,,,
    i love them ,,,
    so ,,, }}

  24. Wow. Each one better than the last. Some are somehow related. Others stand on their own. All express deep emotion.

  25. A storyteller
    takes pride in weaving commas
    in and out her tales.

    a tall wooden desk—
    the beauty of polished oak
    snowfall of paper

    Two that every writer could, should love…

    And this one made me laugh out loud:

    They were all going
    as fast as life would take them
    to the wrong address.

    …perhaps because I am direction-ally challenged 🙂

    While I am not fond of cemeteries myself I think a few marble faces can be found in statuary there as well…Thanks for your visit to my mixed short form offering.

  26. Each one better than the previous…excellent wordlettes.

  27. Number five, and the last one stand out for me…

  28. I love the “story of bones” and “the weaving of commas”. This week’s haiku were masterful.

  29. always love reading what you write.. and i hope that someday i will be able to write a haiku…
    love this one the most –
    They were all going
    as fast as life would take them
    to the wrong address.

  30. Interesting dichotomies in this one. Nice poem.

Please Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.