Whirling in Baja California
Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from The Forgotten Peninsula: A Naturalist in Baja California by Joseph Wood Krutch
~~ 1 ~~
to adorn the tale
she attaches a red string
to one paragraph
~~ 2 ~~
romantic story
its sensual images
titillating her
~~ 3 ~~
forlorn and empty
except for a wayward wind—
house on the corner
~~ 4 ~~
another ghost town
where we begin to trample
spirits in the dust
~~ 5 ~~
an English sparrow
making excuses at dusk
for having no nest
~~ 6 ~~
the great sparkling sea
lurking below the surface
a deadly stingray
~~ 7 ~~
no longer flowing
where she hoped to plant orchards
the underground streams
~~ 8 ~~
an English sparrow
kneading the morning with song
until it rises
~~ 9 ~~
So many mountains—
which will she begin to climb
before the day ends?
~~ 10 ~~
a long history
of brandishing his war club
near his neighbor’s house
~~ 11 ~~
The hard way will come
if we drive or take the train—
the same old story.
~~ 12 ~~
the journey’s mishaps—
despite the pain that lingers
planning one more trip
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on March 8, 2015, in 5-7-5, Baja California, Joseph Wood Krutch, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl and tagged Baja California, begin, club, drive, excuses, images, Joseph Wood Krutch, knead, plant, sting, string, trample, trip, wind. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.
Magical Mystical Teacher 
No. 12 is life all over. Whatever the knocks and pitfalls we still soldier on.
Or travel! 😉
On Sun, Mar 8, 2015 at 4:30 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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The first one is splendid.
Isn’t it interesting how we are attracted to one thing over another?
On Sun, Mar 8, 2015 at 5:25 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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It caught my imagination in such a happy and warm way.
We must always plan the next trip…so says Alice…the opening verse made me think that the paragraph was a red balloon held high in the sky…that was a 🙂
romance and spring!!!
What wonderful haiku! I was worried about the sparrow not having a nest, but happy he could awake to sing!
Hard to decide sometimes which mountains are climbable! Smiles.
Some mountains are definitely better left alone!
On Sun, Mar 8, 2015 at 11:24 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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oh #8 is my favourite of the string
have a nice Sunday, thanks for stopping by my Sunday Lime
much love…
What I like most is the narrative in this … those rays can give lots of pain can’t they.. still travelling back is what it’s all about.
“kneading the morning with song until it rises”—this is just absolutely lovely imagery 🙂
I smiled at the English sparrow with no nest and LOVE the sparrow “kneading the morning with song until it rises.” Spectacular!
Many of these talk about an emptiness but you end with ‘taking one more trip’….loved how these flowed.
I do enjoy a romantic story..and you know the sea if full of mystery and a stingray or two. These were fun to read.
wonderful haikus but the 5th one stood out – sad and summarizes the plight of birds
I always forget, when I’ve been away for a bit, how well you do this…not picking a favourite, too many…they’re all, as per usual, very fine. And I’m, as per usual, envious.
http://soundofthewordnight.blogspot.ca/2015/03/castles-made-of-flour.html?view=classic
You do so much with these prompts!