Desperate Poems

Fallen mango photo IMG_1611_zpsrw58bfpo.jpg
A fallen mango, Guadalajara, Mexico

~~ 1 ~~
an orange crayon—
using its tip to scribble
desperate poems
~~ 2 ~~
swirling maple leaves
driven by a sudden gust—
first days of autumn
~~ 3 ~~
first days of autumn—
underfoot the leaves crackle
ancient melodies
~~ 4 ~~
growing vegetables—
her tiny backyard garden
yields the sweetest beans
~~ 5 ~~
the smallest orchard
blazing with bright red apples—
another harvest
~~ 6 ~~
little barn swallow
seeking a new nesting place
after last night’s storm
~~ 7 ~~
The old brass doorknob—
she buffs it to a high sheen,
and studies her face.
~~ 8 ~~
the sacred grotto—
only a partial healing
for the bent woman
~~ 9 ~~
The orchard’s border—
a young man stands by himself,
watching plums ripen.
Deciding whom to marry,
he turns away from the plums.
~~ 10 ~~
Seeking signs of life,
she climbs the sacred stairway
with fear and trembling,
barely able to shuffle,
for the knocking of her bones.
~~ 11 ~~
A four-year-old speaks
her first five-syllable words—
sizzle-n-sazzle, and one
that no adult can pronounce.

Poems © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on October 2, 2016, in 5-7-5, 5-7-5-7-7, Guadalajara, haiku, Macro Monday 2, Mexico, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Sunday's Whirligig, tanka and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. Desperate poems of autumn…love that…

  2. your haiku and tanka are a charming offering today; my favourite is

    “The old brass doorknob—
    she buffs it to a high sheen,
    and studies her face.”

    Happy Sunday

    much love…

  3. Ha…hard to choose a favourite.Maybe desperate poems and the old brass doorknob. Splendid effort.

  4. As always I try to connect your separate poems to a unity… actually the brain wants to synthesize something larger out of the pieces. Like finding constellations… almost… love the thought of finding something in the plums.

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      Trust me, there is no common thread running through these separate poems. I’m just trying to use all the prompt words! 😉

      On Sun, Oct 2, 2016 at 9:27 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


      • Funnily enough I thought I would do the same after you had set previous such examples of using the prompt words and four little haiku just appeared!

  5. Lovely vignettes of autumn….

  6. Oh this is absolutely gorgeous ❤️ especially adore “first days of autumn— underfoot the leaves crackle, ancient melodies” ❤️

  7. Your work makes me think of how we read paintings – and make sense of them – how stories are implied..maybe mixed up in a palette with some of our own? That orange crayon was both happy and sad.. It would soon run out – but then at the end we can speak

  8. Liked them all but #11 took the cake 🙂

  9. Your autumn images really resonate with me……

  10. Each is a fine suspension of time in motion. I particularly like the woman who sneaks through, ancient, old, with knocking bones. Grin.

  11. i loved number 9. i imagine the scene, a young man looking beyond a withering orange autumn as he asks nature for an omen to his crucial decision.

  12. the first one is my favorite…nice set as always…

  13. I loved these little glimpses of autumn. Number 3 was my favorite. I like the idea of ancient melodies in the crackling of fall leaves. Timeless.

  14. These are gems! My favorites are 1,7 and 8.

  15. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    As always, you create beautiful word-pictures.

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