Coming Up for Air

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~~ 1 ~~
on my homeward way—
sunset pulsing vermilion
atop the mountains
~~ 2 ~~
A talkative guest—
powerless to quiet her,
I gulp my brandy.
~~ 3 ~~
graveyard at twilight
children rolling in the grass
near grandma’s headstone
~~ 4 ~~
up and down the field
a farmer and her husband
sowing dust from stars
~~ 5 ~~
into a furrow
dropping corn seeds at daybreak—
glint in the crow’s eye
~~ 6 ~~
toad in the bean row—
the way it moves at twilight
toward a hapless fly
~~ 7 ~~
a forgotten name
surfacing like a turtle
coming up for air
~~ 8 ~~
on a moonless night
burrowing into her box
the homeless woman
~~ 9 ~~
white eagle feather
floating earthward from a nest
hung where cliff meets sky
~~ 10 ~~
for the mongrel dog
a rub behind both his ears
then a tummy pat
~~ 11 ~~
timeless afternoon
hitchhiker by the highway
waiting for a ride

Poems © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #269
More Sunday’s Whirligig #24

Posted on September 13, 2015, in 5-7-5, Sunday's Whirligig, The Poetry Pantry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 28 Comments.

  1. “sunset pulsing vermilion”…wow..beautiful!…nice set as always….

  2. Many brilliant images.. Does brandy really help against talkative guests though?

  3. Lovely set of images – they tell me kitties love the ear and tummy rub too ;-)!

  4. A moment set in amber – sheer brilliance – i particularly liked sowing dust from stars..they can reap a magical harvest

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      It’s the dust that grabbed you. It could have been from anywhere! 😉

      On Sun, Sep 13, 2015 at 2:04 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


  5. Number two – I’ve been there more than once, except she’s a he, and the brandy is chardonnay!
    Rosey Pinkerton’s blog

  6. The one I particularly liked was the children rolling on the grass near grandma’s headstone.

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      I’m pretty sure Grandma appreciates it too, don’t you?

      On Sun, Sep 13, 2015 at 4:36 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


  7. love the number 9…white eagle feather floating earthward falling from a nest hung where cliff meets sky

    i was a soarer, an eagle, in my previous existence

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      Thank you (although it must be hard to lose a feather now and then).

      On Sun, Sep 13, 2015 at 5:23 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


  8. My favorite is the one with the forgotten name. I empathize. Sometimes a name has to bubble up out of the sea to be remembered!! I love the turtle analogy.

  9. LOVE the opening lines 🙂

  10. Nicely done. Have a good Sunday Maggie

    Much love…

  11. Again I feel a story connecting these all as sun sets into a moonless night–until the last verse jumps me into afternoon again. Sharp images.

  12. I love “sowing dust from stars”…….and the nest “hung where cliff meets sky”. Glorious imagery in your work, always. I am always amazed when I read your work.

  13. As I read each one slowing, the deeper meanings show themselves…such beautiful lines. i especially loved #3…it is hard to explain why but if we could remember the child’s view perhaps life would be more bearable at times.

  14. That first image grabbed me and forgotten name that I only just remembered. I love your gift for imagery.


  15. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)

    I think your haiku get better and better!

  16. each haiku had its own triumph and merit. i felt satisfied by each one. exquisitely told.

  17. Each carries me to a different place. The turtle/name one is how my mind operates these days!

  18. I like the hitch hiker on the highway although I never give them a ride.

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