Category Archives: Midweek Motif

A Day at the Museum


Mother took me by the hand,
Took me to a magic land;
Crafted birds were on display—
My heart almost flew away
When I saw an eagle there,
Woven out of human hair.
 
Near the birds a tiny elk
Carved from sandstone, not from whelk,
Pranced across a sea of moss,
Gave his handsome head a toss,
Looked at me as if to say:
“Child, do not get in my way.”
 
Room on room we wandered through,
Seeing everything on view.
It was an exciting day,
And we wished that we could stay.
What do I remember most?
Jesus on a piece of toast!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Museum”

They Televised the Drama


They televised the drama,
Although it was obscene,
Between your dad and mama
Down at the Dairy Queen.
 
They hoped no one would notice
That they were standing by,
When suddenly a snow cone
Came sailing through the sky.
 
The lens was cracked and shattered,
The broadcast stopped right there,
While the filming crew slunk off,
Their gear in disrepair.
 
The moral of this story,
If moral there may be,
Is that domestic dramas
Are not made for TV.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Televised”

Send Me Silver Messages


Send me silver messages on wings of bees or bats.
Send them to the sad café, where I wear many hats:
Baker, barber, barkeep—even chairman of the board;
Table number three is mine, beside the safety cord.
 
Also in the library, where dancing Buddhas shine,
You may find me barely sober (I’ll be drinking wine).
Remember now, for safety’s sake, parking’s not allowed
Near the curb, or where bad news is breaking to the crowd.
 
If you can make some sense of this, you’re better than I am;
Farewell, dear friends, my journey starts—I’m off to Vietnam!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #225
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Safety”

The Collector


A man who collected rare stamps
Abjured them in favor of lamps.
Along with bent spoons
And old Celtic runes,
He also collected C-clamps!

 
Limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Hobbies”

Dance Companions

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California buckwheat (Eriogonum fasciculatum)
 


my dance companions:
these rusty buckwheat blossoms
on the pilgrim way

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Dance”

Perfume

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Blossoms on an ironwood tree, at Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 


delicate perfume
leaking from every blossom
of the ironwood

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Perfume”

Wilting Weather

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Japanese Friendship Garden, Phoenix, Arizona.
 


the garden stone’s heat—
even my white umbrella
is wilting today

 
 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More SkyWatch Friday
  
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Weather”

Perfect Weather

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Campground in Giant Sequoia National Monument, California.
 


If you’re going camping, you’ll need a new tent;
A blue one is worth every dollar and cent
You spend for its color and beauty and style—
The weather is perfect, let’s camp for a while!

 
  
Poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Weather”

Haibun: Suddenly a Stream

“It is hard to say good-bye to beloved flesh,” Madeleine L’Engle writes in Two-Part-Invention. It is also hard to say good-bye to beloved places. One of the tiny public schools where I taught was no longer able to retain all the teachers on staff. Funding was scarce. Because I was one of the last to be hired, I was among the first to be let go. There was no last-minute reprieve. As I prepared to leave a place I had come to love, I found myself humming a plaintive tune, first sung many thousands of years ago by a disconsolate group of displaced persons: “How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?” (Psalm 137:4).
 
suddenly a stream
refreshing weary pilgrims
in the wilderness

 
 

Haibun © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Walk

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A lone shoe would, if it could, walk to find its missing mate.
 


It is not yet dawn
and already the old shoe
clamors for a walk.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Walk”