Category Archives: Macro Monday 2

Marigolds

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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


We biked into the garden,
Where marigolds did bloom.
We thought we’d have a picnic
In this fine outdoor room.
 
We spread a checkered blanket,
Near where we laid our bikes;
We nibbled cheese, sipped some wine,
And listened to the shrikes.

 
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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It is much too cold today

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A worker wields a hammer in this detail from a mural, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona

 
 

It is much too cold today
to picnic with the ancestors.
Even the finches agree,
and they chase us away
from our customary spot
among the headstones.
We decide to visit
the little museum
by the bus station,
where two paintings,
balanced
carefully
side by side,
hang on one wall.
The first
depicts a carpenter
pounding nails
into a baby’s coffin,
while his scrawny apprentice
daubs paint on it.
In the second, a more
hopeful scene,
a brittle old man
smiles for the camera.
After all,
what does he have to lose?

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Nonsense

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Indian paintbrush on a hillside near Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona
 


The radio won’t tell you
About the hillside blooms,
And newspapers won’t mention
The secret, hidden rooms,
Where lemurs keep their treasure
In boxes made of silk,
And pandas take their leisure
In bathtubs filled with milk.

 
 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Take a word or two

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Beavertail cactus blossom, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 
 

Take a word or two—
mingle, calendar, or burning will do.
Splash them on a page,
or hang them with rope
from a branch
like lumps of suet
to feed the hungry jays.
All words woven by your hands
become poems, my daughter,
and yours will be the first weaving
to awaken daffodils
from their winter sleep.
Even the jays
will be amazed.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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At the Moon’s Rising

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Shed lock, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

At the moon’s rising
we will eat soft candy
and sing lilting songs,
songs that bastards and buggers
never take on their tongues.
Yet sylvan maidens know them,
singing them at midnight
to the tree that rots in the forest
and to the blind lieutenant
who, now that it’s peacetime,
wonders why
they sent him to war.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The Dance

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Dandelion, Apache County, Arizona
 

Noon.
A stone by the road
sets the scene
for the dance.
Farther down the road
a man without elbows
plays a flute
with his feet,
panting out wild notes,
and the desert,
which has waited
since it was created,
begins to stir.
Could anything
be harder
than shrugging off the eons
to shimmy in the sun?

 

Poem © 2017 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Washcloth

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Discarded washcloth, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona


April afternoon—
a castoff cloth bears traces
of the owner’s face.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Bees

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Bee visiting a poppy in bloom at Mission San Juan Capistrano, Southern California
 


From bees of either gender
I tend to run and hide.
I fear that they will harm me
The longer I’m outside.
 
Indoors, away from stingers,
I find a book or two
To while away the daylight,
Until the bees are through.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Reasons

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Sand verbena, Yuma County, Arizona
 


A flower has no gender
As far as I can see;
But still I have some reasons
That blooms appeal to me:
 
I love them for their beauty,
Fragility, and scent—
And yet with sudden windstorms,
How quickly they are spent!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Weekend

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Palo verde blossoms, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
an outcry from a boulder
startles the blind man.
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
by reading classics aloud,
she consoles herself.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
first weekend of spring—
beach boys beating their sandals
to rid them of sand
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
exhausted, though the surf pounds,
she sleeps on the shore.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
she tries to name the birdsong
that disturbs her sleep.
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
a flame in the eastern sky
makes the blind man flinch.
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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