Coming Up for Air

Sep 13

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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
 
 
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  1. Sumana Roy | September 13, 2015 at 1:17 am

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

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) | September 13, 2015 at 1:40 am

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

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  4. Bastet | September 13, 2015 at 2:07 am

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

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  5. Jae Rose | September 13, 2015 at 3:04 am

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

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    • magicalmysticalteacher | September 13, 2015 at 4:30 am

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

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  6. Rosey Pinkerton | September 13, 2015 at 5:22 am

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

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  7. oldegg | September 13, 2015 at 5:36 am

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

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    • magicalmysticalteacher | September 13, 2015 at 5:48 am

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

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  8. Marcoantonio Arellano | September 13, 2015 at 6:23 am

    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

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    • magicalmysticalteacher | September 13, 2015 at 6:25 am

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

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  9. Mary | September 13, 2015 at 6:37 am

    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.

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  10. Sanaa Rizvi | September 13, 2015 at 6:45 am

    LOVE the opening lines 🙂

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  11. gillena | September 13, 2015 at 9:33 am

    Nicely done. Have a good Sunday Maggie

    Much love…

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  12. Susan | September 13, 2015 at 11:24 am

    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.

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  13. Sherry Blue Sky | September 13, 2015 at 11:49 am

    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.

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  15. Donna@Living From Happiness | September 13, 2015 at 1:44 pm

    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.

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  16. 1sojournal | September 13, 2015 at 4:40 pm

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

    Elizabeth
    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/invitation-to-the-dance/

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  17. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) | September 14, 2015 at 12:32 am

    I think your haiku get better and better!

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  19. Jamztoma | September 14, 2015 at 9:53 am

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

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  20. janicead | September 14, 2015 at 9:57 am

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

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  21. Cressida | September 15, 2015 at 5:40 am

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

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