Category Archives: Midweek Motif

Mirror

Reflection
Reflected street scene, Los Algodones, Baja California Norte, México
 


A window is a mirror
Reflecting what I see;
Perhaps a car or shadow
Appears just right to me.
 
Or maybe I am hoping
That what I see is true;
Is the sky, for instance, pink,
Or is it really blue?

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

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A mirror decorated for Christmas 2016, Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico
 


The napkins on the table
And paintings on the wall
Are pictured in the mirror,
The glass that sees them all.
 
But mirrors cannot picture
The realm within the soul,
Where Spirit speaks to spirit,
And crushed things are made whole.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Mirrored

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Reflection of a winter sunrise in the rear window of a recreational vehicle, Yuma County, Arizona
 


Mirrored in the window
Of a wilderness RV,
The sunrise in midwinter
Is brighter than the sea.
 
The sight befuddles blackbirds
And ravens on the wing.
But the little cactus wren?
She cannot help but sing!

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The Plan

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


 
Is there anyone to feed
The coyote in his need?
Who will soothe the fevered bird
With cool water and kind word?
 
Surely needed aid will come,
Unannounced by fife and drum,
Even as a stranger’s hand
Tends God’s creatures as God planned.
 

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Who

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A mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


 
Someone in the desert needs a helping hand;
Someone needs some water in this thirsty land.
 
Who will help the stranger out of her distress?
Who will offer comfort in the wilderness?
 

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Desire

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One of several mosaics on a downtown wall, depicting the history of Ajo, Arizona
 


The mother of Jesus was bold,
As all the great prophets foretold.
Through flood and through fire
Her utmost desire:
Inviting God in from the cold.

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Bold

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


A woman (or so I am told)
Decided to be very bold.
She walked through a door,
Kept walking some more—
And all of her dreams turned to gold!

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Lucky

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Discarded glass, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


My glass will hold no water,
No whisky and no wine;
I fear my days are numbered
Sans liquid when I dine.
 
If I could find a craftsman
To patch my broken glass
So that I could drink again,
I’d be a lucky lass!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Why Do You Fear?

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Why do you fear the darker days,
With clouds blotting out the sun?
Why do you fear the hidden ways
Before the journey’s begun?
 
Surely the darkness will shield you
From foes that you cannot see,
And hidden pathways will yield you
Unfettered felicity.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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No One

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Some of the first blossoms of 2017: sand verbena in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
  


No one’s looking back with longing
For the chilly winter day,
When no flowers graced the hillsides,
And the sky was only grey.
  
No one thinks with fond remembrance
Of the barren hills and slopes
Now that spring has come with blossoms
To renew our dreams and hopes.

  
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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