Six for Sunday

Unusually early blossoms on a palo verde tree, November 2016, Yuma County, Arizona

~~ 1 ~~

words to nourish me
on this November morning—
a poem by Keats

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Sing, little sparrow!
How could I despise your voice
this frosty morning?

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This frosty morning
I am dumb before the wren
and its trills of grief.

~~ 4 ~~

Without any means
to support itself, the wren
enriches my life.

~~ 5 ~~

noise at the corner—
a thousand hungry blackbirds
clamoring for crumbs

~~ 6 ~~

joyful not plaintive—
the voice of the old woman
at her husband’s grave

Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher


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Posted on November 20, 2016, in 5-7-5, Arizona, haiku, Macro Monday 2, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged Arizona, banal, blossoms, dumb, joyful, means, noise, palo verde tree, plaintive, primal, sing, trills, voice, without, words, Yuma County. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

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Sumana Roy | November 20, 2016 at 7:57 am

“a poem by Keats”…definitely good nourishment….

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Rosemary Nissen-Wade | November 20, 2016 at 9:42 am

All lovely – and I especially like #4.

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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) | November 20, 2016 at 10:06 am

As usual I read a progression in your words… the start with the poem by Keats is stunning.

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Susan | November 20, 2016 at 10:44 am

It’s a bit frosty here, too, Thankful for Keat’s and life and grief that birds nd old women share with me. Thank you.

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girl | November 20, 2016 at 11:53 am

#4 is profound. Sometimes it takes extreme dependence on someone else to be able to sing something that will “enrich” their lives. I read this as being about a wife or child who can’t take care of herself, so she truly leans on you with all of her need. There is such beauty in that.

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Sanaa Rizvi | November 20, 2016 at 12:23 pm

This is incredibly vivid and mesmerizing ❤️

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Sherry Marr | November 20, 2016 at 12:29 pm

Oh, poor wren and her trills of grief. I loved these birdy nuggets.

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Jae Rose | November 20, 2016 at 12:51 pm

We find a way.. Perhaps that is not the cheeriest of songs but that is how I left your wonderful six..thank you for that Magical

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Gillena Cox | November 20, 2016 at 1:17 pm

wonderful haiku sequence

have a nice Sunday

much love…

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Mary | November 20, 2016 at 2:01 pm

Oh we have to appreciate the voice of the sparrow, I think, when it chirps in the chill of an autumn day.
You certainly cannot ignore those blackbirds when they clamber en masse.
A great set today!

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Truedessa | November 20, 2016 at 2:39 pm

These all work well together, but I do like the first two best.

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1sojournal | November 20, 2016 at 4:30 pm

I like the old woman on the end. Know her well,

Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/we-dare-not-acquiesce/

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yogiabb | November 20, 2016 at 4:53 pm

You have a way with words. Word Paintings is how I think of it.

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ZQ | November 20, 2016 at 7:15 pm

Yikes! Yes they were nice, but my first impulse was “hey! Snap out of it!” ❤

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bkmackenzie | November 20, 2016 at 7:21 pm

Some really lovely and thought provoking tidbits of wisdom and reflection…bkm

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oldegg | November 20, 2016 at 7:38 pm

It is good to see that the old woman is happy to know where her husband is for once.

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kaykuala (@hankkaykuala) | November 21, 2016 at 4:51 am

There is a tinge of humor amid the sorrow in the last haiku. Love this type that brings out something against the grain. A punch-line well thought of, MMT!

Hank!

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