Tokens of the Way

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~~ 1 ~~
 
Rocking in her chair,
the wizened grandmother
dreams of growing tall.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
each Sunday morning
stirring the pancake batter
with a wooden spoon
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Halfway to nowhere,
while longing to be somewhere,
she loses her map.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
needing words of grace
to sustain her famished soul—
bread is not enough
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
on a rock alone
daughter of the sea lion
fending off suitors
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
sipping from the glass
while slapping at mosquitoes—
sloshes of whisky
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the seams of her dress
unthreading in the brilliance
from a thousand suns
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
crisp October air—
she hikes the mountain pathway
breathing clouds of frost
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
shattered glass and thorns—
beneath her feet these tokens
of the way to come

 
Haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #274
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #29

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Posted on October 18, 2015, in 5-7-5, Sunday's Whirligig, The Poetry Pantry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.

  1. I’d say the grandmother is out of luck!
    And true…bread is great for the stomach’s rumblings but does nothing for the soul’s yearnings.
    I think he/she may have had a bit TOO much whiskey if he/she still continues to sit among the mosquitoes!
    A nice series.

  2. A wonderful series…. but slopping whiskey.. such a waste. Coming home through broken glass and thorns, yes often our end can be tough, could have been a death poem actually.

  3. Powerful collection.. each one stands strong on its own 🙂

  4. Each one is a gem! Your descriptions are vivid – wonderful writing.

  5. Wonderful, as always. I especially like the seams “unthreading in the brilliance of a thousand suns”. Wow!!!!!!!

  6. As usual, crisp clear snapshots that hold a world of emotions and more. They are morsels, each one held on the tongue for as long as possible,

    Elizabeth
    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/10/18/belated-reflection/

  7. I try to read your haiku as separate poems, but they always wend together for me. Such is the power of images and of the gaps you leave for the reader to fill in. What a grandmother! She has so much to gain from losing the map laid out from her, from finding her own grace–but unlike lots of wizened ones–not in the bottle or in depression. That last one! I wish I could take a broom and sweep away the thorns so the wizened old one will at last have an easier path, but we each take up our own cross, don’t we?

  8. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)

    I always love reading these.

  9. What a great collection again MMT. I particularly liked “Halfway to nowhere” which is a laugh because she doesn’t need the map to get lost!

  10. All of these have a story but, I really enjoyed 3 and 4 the most as I can relate to your words. The longing to be somewhere instead of halfway to nowhere.

  11. Sometimes you need a touch of darkness to strive for light…the jarring images seemed to convey this and move her forward…token by token

  12. Interesting haiku, esp. I stunned by ‘she loses her map’ kind of dramatic, but I like the wisdom of grandma to keep hiking and getting tall…despite the ‘clouds of frost’.

  13. A lovely series of haiku … I especially enjoyed the ones that so indelibly captured a foible, vanity or weakness inherent in the fragility of the human condition.

  14. Great set. Number six is very much my summers.

  15. the breathing clouds of frost.

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