Category Archives: Macro Monday 2

Flood

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Detail of a carpet in a church in Wellton, Arizona
 


If a mighty flood should come,
Sweeping through the church’s doors,
Carpets would be overwhelmed
As would all the parquet floors.
 
When the mighty flood subsides,
Just as in the Bible lore,
There will come an olive branch
From the One who makes waves roar.

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Kintsugi

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Broken dinnerware, littering the desert near Yuma, Arizona
 


Kintsugi master,
gather up these scattered shards,
and with your lacquer,
glue them together again,
more beautiful than before.

 
Photo and tanka © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Common

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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


common marigolds
looking uncommonly bright
after last night’s rain

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Scintillating music

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Cactus needles, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

scintillating music
carries her into most nights
with a flagrant disregard
for what her neighbors think
a leap of faith
that’s how she found her way
and it dawns on her
each time she prays late at night
that the spill that might have happened
did not
the end that might have come
did not
the leap that might have killed her
did not
she knows she owes everything
to that leap
and is not nonchalant
but
grateful

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Gifts

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Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 


gifts from the ocean
strewn along a sandy beach
free for the taking

 
Haiku © 2017 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Picture this

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Detail from an outdoor mural, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
 


Picture this:
a woman
full of innocence
finds herself
trapped
in a confining marriage.
She thinks to herself:
I am capable
of escaping this maze
and pursuing my dreams,
even though the huffing monster
edges closer and closer—
and she does!

 
 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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From the ashes

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Ocotillo blossoms during the spring 2017 “super bloom,” Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Although these blooms are lovely,
They will not come again;
Blasted by the desert heat,
They vanished with the wind.
 
Yet I believe the promise
That beauty will arise
From the ashes of these blooms
To grace the desert skies.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Coyote

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


Coyote couldn’t care less
About the crimson blooms,
Because he’s stalking field mice
Cowering in their rooms.
 
If he should see a flower,
Coyote passes by;
His single-minded passion
Is making mince-mice pie!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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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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