People, Places, and Things

Aug 14

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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
 
 
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  1. Jae Rose | August 14, 2016 at 4:55 am

    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..

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  2. oldegg | August 14, 2016 at 6:11 am

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

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  3. gillena | August 14, 2016 at 8:25 am

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

    much love…

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  4. Anusha Das | August 14, 2016 at 8:43 am

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

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  5. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) | August 14, 2016 at 10:28 am

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

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  6. Truedessa | August 14, 2016 at 11:12 am

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

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  7. Sherry Marr | August 14, 2016 at 11:19 am

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

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  8. humbird | August 14, 2016 at 11:39 am

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

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  10. Mary | August 14, 2016 at 12:33 pm

    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.

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  12. Sumana Roy | August 14, 2016 at 10:51 pm

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

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  13. Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa) | August 15, 2016 at 1:42 am

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

    Lovely!! ❤

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  14. J Cosmo Newbery | August 15, 2016 at 2:30 am

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

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  15. Rosemary Nissen-Wade | August 15, 2016 at 3:44 am

    You always surprise me – I love that.

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  16. Julian | August 15, 2016 at 1:54 pm

    I really enjoyed this, stanza 7 so well penned.

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  17. Susan | August 16, 2016 at 8:33 am

    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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