Category Archives: haiku

Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Yoga House

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In the little mountain town of Dolores, Colorado you can visit the Yoga House. (Well, if it were an essential business and currently open, you could!) One photo, two memes.
 
  
A long loneliness
settles on the village streets—
coronavirus.

 
  
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Haiku lovers: Check out the the haiku poets at Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon 
 
 
Photo and haiku © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
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Five Haiku: Spring Firsts


1
Spring’s first bitterness—
the church on top of the hill
is consumed by fire.
 
2
First small joy of spring—
at the bike store a young boy
gets a bargain price.
 
3
First Sunday of spring—
a worn, but polished, church bell
rings out loud and clear.
 
4
Spring’s first disaster—
the smoke-drenched walls of the bar
tell a fiery tale.
 
5
Spring’s first conundrum—
stand below the fire station,
tell me what you see.

 
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Welcome

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Early morning light brightens a cluster or organ pipe cacti and an ocotillo just starting to bloom at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Southern Arizona.
 


Welcome, Sister Sun!
I have been waiting for you
through the long, cold night.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
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Question


Last day of winter—
a question asked and answered
lingers on my tongue.

 
Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
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Fading

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The winter sun sets over Yuma County, Arizona.
 


Day fades into dusk—
a dove returns to her nest,
singing one last song.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
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Sky

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The sky is bold and beautiful in the Sonoran Desert of Southern Arizona .

 


Languid afternoon—
with my fingertips I trace
the clouds on your face.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Tribute

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Detail from a painting in a Northern California art store: sunflowers in a vase.
 
 

our fitting tribute
to summer’s fecund goddess:
dazzling sunflowers

 
 
Photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Heart on Sleeve, er, Window: A Haibun of Imagination

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An artist named Velma has hung her fanciful painting in an Airbnb in Yuma, Arizona.

 

You’ve heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve? Windows don’t have sleeves, so what’s a window to do? I remember a window hanging in a tree (don’t ask me why) that had it all figured out. It wore its heart like an ensign whipped by fearsome winds. Crows came from far and wide to admire the effect. Instead of jeering, as crows are wont to do, they cheered. Foxes hunting for a winter snack of mouse or vole looked up in admiration—probably because the heart was red as blood, and we all know how foxes love the taste of blood. Even the distant mountains seemed to approve—at least they didn’t shrug off their burden of snow and start an avalanche. The window frame seemed to take this approbation with equanimity. “See,” I could almost hear it say, “wearing your heart on your sleeve isn’t such a big deal after all. On Valentine’s Day it’s all about the love.”


Old men go to pray
at the place where dreams begin:
bend in the river.

 


 

Onion Sandwich: A Haibun of Imagination


My mother used to say, “It’s hard to improve on an onion sandwich.” She’d peel three small beauties, slice them, and lay the slices between thick slabs of buttered brown bread, sprinkling them with salt and pepper. She chewed slowly and thoughtfully until she had eaten every pungent morsel. Then brushing the crumbs from her lips, she’d reach across the table for her garden catalog, delve into it and dream of planting peas—and more onions—in several parts of her garden.


Winter afternoon—
two jays at the bird feeder
fight over one seed.

 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Squabbling

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Sunrise comes to a little southern Arizona town on a crisp winter’s day.
 


Ignoring sunrise,
birds at the backyard feeder
squabble over seeds.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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