People, Places, and Things

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~~ 1 ~~
 
Italian cousins
winding long spaghetti strands
around their fork tines
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
dour great-grandmother
dreaming of being a corpse
in less than a year
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Loud clashing cymbals—
even the deaf boy hears them
and jumps from his chair.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Seven misspelled words—
she thinks the world has ended
as she fails the test.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
A brook by the way—
she pauses to slake her thirst
before moving on.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
on the homeward way
pushing through thorns and brambles
to get to her door
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
a tanning salon
where the KKK sister
turns her white skin brown
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
grandfather’s casket
hewn from a tree that he felled
forty years ago
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
an old garden rake
abandoned by the shoreline
after digging clams
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
recent crash debris
still littering the freeway
glass and wiper blades
 

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #315
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #72

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Posted on August 14, 2016, in 5-7-5, haiku, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. What an epic journey – i think you have captured a slice of humanity in ten magical parts – 7 raised a wry smile – each a wonderful story.. touching..and at once a world away but relatable..

  2. That is quite a miscellany of haiku. I must confess I laughed aloud at “A tanning salon” .

  3. What a lovely Sunday conversation! i luv the drama of Haiku #3

    much love…

  4. Wow! What an imagination. It’s like reading a series of stories, each narrating its own tale.

  5. Oh the hypocrisy of tanning salons and white supremacy… the old garden rake could be next to a red wheelbarrow… very imagiist

  6. The vibrations of the clashing cymbals is what is felt and translated into sound

  7. Very vividly painted vignettes! Interesting the KKK sister tanning her white skin brown.

  8. What a journey here, and what the attitude…esp. at that great-grandmother…

  9. I can see how someone would be upset by those seven misspelled words leading to failure; and ah, poor grandmother not having a brighter dream.

  10. “dreaming of being a corpse” so very sad when life means existence only and not living….wonderful, each one….

  11. A brook by the way—
    she pauses to slake her thirst
    before moving on.

    Lovely!! ❤

  12. An interesting set. I fell for the dour great grandmother.

  13. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    You always surprise me – I love that.

  14. I really enjoyed this, stanza 7 so well penned.

  15. Wow! each of these opens up a world beyond its words. Of course, my head spun a link between the actual handicaps of characters in the first haiku, the seeming handicaps and ironies of the latter.

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