Category Archives: Blue Monday

Blue Monday: Open by Chance

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Sign outside a shop that sells an assortment of old things (often called antiques) in Ajo, Arizona
  


“Open by chance,” the blue signboard says,
Maybe at seven or nine.
Or maybe not till the sun goes down—
Whenever, that’ll be fine.
  
You never know what you’ll find at Ray’s—
It might be trash or treasure;
So come to Ray’s as much as you can,
Then some more for good measure.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Courthouse Lawn

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A man watches passersby from his perch on the courthouse lawn, Prescott, Arizona
  


Sitting on the courthouse lawn
Sunday afternoon,
Hoping that my love will come,
Hoping she’ll come soon.
  
Sitting on the courthouse lawn,
Counting passersby;
Here she comes, my lovely one—
Can you hear me sigh?

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Healing Garden

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One section of the Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
  


Come to the healing garden,
Come with your aches and pains;
Lay down all of your burdens,
And rest your weary brains.
  
Here in the healing garden
All will be well at last,
If you lay down your burdens,
Present, future, and past.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Books

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Detail from a mural at the Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
 


A stack of good books by your bed
Is better than any old med.
So, here’s to your health,
Vim, vigor, and wealth—
Make sure that you get them all read!

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Awning

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A tattered awning, Ajo, Arizona
 


An awning that’s tattered and torn
Needs to be somehow reborn.
A needle and thread
Might raise from the dead
The awning whose passing we mourn.

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Mosaic

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Detail from a community wall covered with mosaics, Ajo, Arizona
 


Telling a story can mean lots of things:
Crosses, and cacti, and birds with long wings;
 
Photos, and artwork that’s hung on the fridge;
Our very first kiss down under the bridge.
 
We need to tell stories, tell them a lot—
They tell who we are, and who we are not.
 
And this is the thing that stories do best:
They help us belong, and show we are blest.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: B.P.O.E.

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Elks Lodge, Ajo, Arizona
 


Good people aren’t too hard to find,
And some of the best come to mind:
The Elks are a group
That never would stoop
To doing things that are unkind.

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Hummingbirds

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Wooden hummingbirds mounted on a wall, Ajo, Arizona
 


Two hummingbirds, flitting at dawn,
Were searching for nectar, not prawn.
They found some at last,
And had a great blast
Imbibing—and then they were gone!

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday: Desert Artists

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A mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


Can a desert artist ever truly thrive?
Can she sell enough art to keep herself alive?
Or will she simply languish, dogged by poverty?
If you know the answers, tell them now to me!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Blue Monday

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


A man with a monstrous blue hand
Was never quite sure where to stand.
Sometimes, he allowed,
He’d stand on a cloud,
But mostly he’d go for dry land.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher