Whirling with Alberto

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Each vignette begins with a phrase culled from “The Night Would Grow Like a Telescope Pulled Out” by Arizona Poet Laureate Alberto Álvaro Ríos
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
hear only the sounds
coming from torture chambers—
souls in deep distress
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
brown lips and thin tongues
still strong enough to lust for
things they dare not say
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
the words and the smoke—
this mysterious lotion
soothing troubled souls
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a licorice stick
soaked in liquor of longing
to tempt the lonely
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Phrases become birds—
chickens, wrens, owls and eagles—
when she writes poems.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
great-grandmother’s house—
trains from Philadelphia
hurtling through her dreams
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
around the elbows
the sagging flesh reminding
her of eighty years
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
this night of summer
swaying in the front porch swing
moonbeams tease her hair
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
into plates of food
a hypnotizing potion
poured by trembling hands
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
going somewhere else
stripping off his uniform—
disgraced general
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Here from somewhere else
I’ve come not by brains or brawn,
but by the Spirit.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
wooden heads laughing—
tonight’s carnival gimmick
luring traffic in
 
~~ 13 ~~
 
Of all the engines,
the heart’s glad-sad-bad machine
is the mightiest.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Posted on October 12, 2014, in 5-7-5, Alberto Álvaro Ríos, Haiku My Heart, Recuerda Mi Corazon, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 30 Comments.

  1. such a treasure trove installment from the depths of your writers mind. only you could be so prolific and take us across a world of emotions. hands down, you are the true “haiku heart”.

  2. I really liked #5 — describes the writing process. #8 — feels so nostalgic. Swinging on the porch swing seems like something my mother would have done in her youth. #12 — reminds me of the bobble heads that are sometimes passed out at baseball games here! A nice set once again.

  3. Oh I love no 5…nice set…

  4. Number 7 is by far my favourite. Wonderful.

  5. No.7 is the bane of my life. No.13 is my favourite.

  6. You make me think of my Grandmother’s saggy skin at her elbows. I loved it best! It was the softest! And now I touch my own…my favs, 5 and 6.

  7. Today, moving from torture to the mightiest machine in your haiku put a spell on me like you never did before. What a tour of heart’s beats, its pulse, its survival despite all! Thank you.

  8. Wow. How do you come up with such an array of thoughts? It’s wonderful. I like them all. 2 and 7 are my favorites.

  9. I like five and eight…meet you there!

  10. So many haiku, it’s like coming a loaded banquet 🙂 1-3-4 and 8 are my favorite.

  11. I most love the phrases becoming birds. Brilliant.

  12. Wonderful set…the last one is my fav…:-)

  13. What a pleasure it is to visit and have you place dreams within our minds.

  14. They are all very good, but I adore #8, what a beautiful image you put in my head. Thanks, mmt.

    Pamela

  15. Your words are always a hypnotizing potion you create for your reader’s dinner table. Thank you,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      They probably wouldn’t be so good for breakfast, would they? 😉

      On Sun, Oct 12, 2014 at 4:07 PM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:

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  16. As always, a collection of short gems…”moonbeams tease her hair” – just one of them…

    http://whenthepenbleeds.blogspot.ca/?zx=d36f092f50b54848

  17. Instead of having these tiny gems for breakfast on Sunday, I’m enjoying them with dinner on Monday! 13 Yeses!

  18. Fantastic as usual … a lovely bakers dozen!

  19. Spectacular. What great flow and word choices.

  20. My favorites are 6,7, 8 and 11. Truly, they are all wonderful.

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