Category Archives: Midweek Motif

Scolding

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Rugged mountains near Ajo, Arizona
 


Crow on the mountain,
don’t you ever grow weary
of scolding the stones?

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Floods

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Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona, autumn 2016
 


floods of memories—
revisiting photographs
taken years ago

 
Haiku © 2017 and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Flood

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August sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Lonesome little dove,
you flood the desert with song
morning by morning.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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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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The worst of your poems

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Fallen leaves along the Cache La Poudre River, Fort Collins, Colorado
 
 

Take the worst of your poems
and put them in the bottom left drawer
of the wooden desk that once
belonged to your grandmother.
Lock them away for at least
a year and a day.
Do not think about them,
do not try to revise them
in your mind
as you wash the supper dishes
or take the dog for a walk
or withdraw cash from the machine.
Leave them alone,
leave them for a year and a day,
and when you take them out again
you will see their flaws and imperfections
and you might change a word or two
but your regrets for having written them
will fall away
just as the red leaves
fall from the backyard maple
after autumn’s first hard rain.

 

Poem and photo © 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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Lucky

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Detail from a mosaic on a community wall, Ajo, Arizona

 

We’re a lucky family.
We crossed the border at night,
escaping dogs and guns
and human traffickers,
to find a refuge with friends.
But our neighbor Juana,
who crossed only one night later?
We hear she’s in El Paso,
working as a maid in a hotel
that rents rooms by the hour.
But “maid” is just another word for “slave,”
and Juana owes her soul and body
to the man who rescued her
from the border patrol.
She’ll be lucky
to leave that motel alive.
But what can we do?
We have no papers,
and if they find us here,
they will send us back.
We can only pray for Juana,
hoping that someday she can join us
in this little desert town,
where no one bothers us,
and no one challenges our right to be.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Quest

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A makeshift water jug, abandoned by someone who crossed the U.S. border illegally in the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 

They flee their homeland in the night,
Leaving kith and kin behind;
They look for somewhere to alight,
A place that offers peace of mind.
 
A haven from all storms they seek,
Where peace and love and joy are found;
A place where all the poor and weak
Rejoice and stand on holy ground.
 
From north and south, from east and west
The dreamers come, their eyes alight,
Loath to interrupt their quest
Of finding refuge from the night.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  

Sanctuary

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A seaside sanctuary, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 
 

I will build a sanctuary,
using nothing but a piece of string
a beam, and a post.
It may seem inadequate,
or a mean affair,
but it will not shake
during times of earthquake,
nor will it leave me poor,
for in it my soul will be reborn
as old, familiar prayers trigger
freshets of new meaning
into my everyday life.
It will carry me through
flood and fire, locust and hail,
or any other plague that comes.
This is what a sanctuary is for,
and this is why I pick this place
beside the sea.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  

When I was a girl

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A mural on a house in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


When I was a girl
I wanted to be someone’s wife,
washing his dirty clothes,
then hanging them out to dry
on leafless bamboo poles.
But the day I saw a blackbird
in the backyard bath,
its eyes aflame with fire,
I felt within my skin a stirring
to make paintings
envied by both monk and nun.
Now masked, with brush in hand,
I steal out every night
to splash the darkened city walls
with light, and then more light.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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