Category Archives: Poetic Bloomings

Seven Springs Ago

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Seven springs ago
I knelt in awe and wonder
where bright flowers bloomed.
 
Where bright flowers bloomed,
I worshiped as a pilgrim,
seeking holy signs.
 
Seeking holy signs,
I felt as though a feather
had swept clean my soul.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Flowers blooming at Mission San Juan Capistrano, Southern California
 
More The Thursday Think Tank: “Feather”
 
More Straight Out of the Camera Sunday
 
More Poetic Bloomings: “Spring Ahead”
 
More We Write Poems: “Signs”
 
More Mellow Yellow Monday
 
More Floral Friday Fotos
 
More Ruby Tuesday 2
 
More REDnesday

Seven Signs of Spring

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seven signs of spring
hiding ’mid the stones and shadows—
mountains weep for rain

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Barrel cactus, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 
More Carry On Tuesday: “I Have a Little Shadow”
 
More Straight Out of the Camera Sunday
 
More Poetic Bloomings: “Spring Ahead”
 
More We Write Poems: “Signs”
 
More Poetry Picnic Week 28
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
 
More Skywatch Friday
 
More Blue Monday
 
More Himmelsk

Savage Signs of Spring

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savage signs of spring—
poppies splintering the sun
into shards of light

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Mission San Juan Capistrano, Southern California
 
More Straight Out of the Camera Sunday
 
More Poetic Bloomings: “Spring Ahead”
 
More We Write Poems: “Signs”
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
 
More Mellow Yellow Monday
 
More Floral Friday Fotos
 
More Ruby Tuesday 2
 
More REDnesday

Little Bird of Doubt

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The churches of Zacatecas have one thing in common: a pervasive darkness.
 
In Templo Santo Domingo: shadows on the altar, shadows lurking behind the crucifix, shadows hovering like ravens above the baptismal font. The opening words of Genesis seem to presage the scene: “…and darkness was upon the face of the deep….”
 
But how much darkness can I endure? How long can I consort with shadows? My soul cries out for light.
 
I run to the church’s massive front doors, peer out into the sunlit street, and see for myself that “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” (John 1:5).
 
One glimpse of the light is enough. I turn back to enter the gloom and to embrace the darkness that dwells in me, and in all of us.
 

Little bird of doubt,
I caught you in the darkness,
fed you crumbs of light.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Templo Santo Domingo, Zacatecas, México
 
More The Haiku Challenge 2012: “Paint the Image” (Because I post only my own photos, I have taken a different approach to the prompt.)
 
More Poetic Bloomings: “Where the Rubber Meets the Road”
 
More Straight Out of the Camera Sunday
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
 
More Ruby Tuesday 2
 
More REDnesday

Romancing the Wild

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You can’t step into the same river—or wilderness—twice. Something is always shifting. Something added today will be subtracted tomorrow.
 
Winds fray the grasses. Blowing sand burnishes the stone. A hungry hawk hovers overhead and the mouse runs for cover, leaving tiny tracks.
 
A midnight snowfall dusts tumbleweeds and junipers, cacti and spent wildflowers. I walk through a sparkling wonderland that yesterday was brown and barren.
 
In the desert, snow doesn’t last long: wonderland today, mud tomorrow, dust the day after that. Yet in all seasons, I love this wild place.
 
Romancing a place takes dedication, just as romancing a person. You set yourself to the task for better or worse; for richer or poorer; in sun or in snow, praying that indifference never tames the wild longings of your heart.
 

all the little stones
are singing in the washes
snowflakes kiss the notes

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
More Poetic Bloomings: “Where the Rubber Meets the Road”
 
More The Haiku Challenge 2012: “Dedication”
 
More Straight Out of the Camera Sunday
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
 
More Watery Wednesday
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Himmelsk

Waiting for the Women

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It is my last morning in Zacatecas. I am waiting for the Huichol women to set up their tables and lay out their wares near Jardín Juárez.
 
I am on a mission: to buy a necklace or some earrings. I know what magic these women’s fingers can weave with brightly colored beads.
 
I should have bought the necklace yesterday, but I am the world’s worst procrastinator, and now I have only until noon to accomplish my task. Then I leave for the airport.
 
Because I am an early riser, I have several hours to wander the empty streets. The women will not arrive until at least 10 a.m.
 
My wanderings take me to the Alameda García de la Cadena, one of the city’s most alluring parks, long, languid, and lush with fountains, flowers, and fences.
 

Sing me a riddle:
How many clouds can you pin
to an iron fence?


 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: A portion of the fence surrounding Alameda García de la Cadena, Zacatecas, México
 
More Poetic Bloomings: “Where the Rubber Meets the Road”
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More The Haiku Challenge 2012: “Wait”
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Friday’s Fences
 
More Himmelsk

I Slip Through the Gate

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I am awakened in the middle of the night by cathedral bells, the comforting sounds of eternity caressing my soul. In the darkness, I smile with deep satisfaction. It is good to be here in Zacatecas again. Although I do not speak the language, and my skin is vanilla, not chocolate, Zacatecas feels like home.
 
But I am dreaming. I am not in Mexico at all, but in my own room, in my own bed, on my own native soil. Instead of church bells, I hear the hungry desert winds pecking at the corners of the house.
 
How did Mexico ring its way into my heart?
 

morning, noon and night
church bells whispering my name
I slip through the gate

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Cathedral, Zacatecas, México
 
More Poetic Bloomings: “Where the Rubber Meets the Road”
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Himmelsk

Jagged Old Fences

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jagged old fences
snagging wind and rain and clouds—
I slip through the strands

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
More The Haiku Challenge 2012 with the theme “A Special Day in Your Life” here
(Every day that I can walk in wild places is special.)
 
More Poetic Bloomings with the theme “Write a Poem With Old in the Title” here
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon here
 
More SkyWatch Friday photos here
 
More Friday’s Fences photos here
 
More Himmelsk photos here

Old Music

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old music playing
among the wildflower husks
daydreamers dancing

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
More The Haiku Challenge 2012 with the theme “A Special Day in Your Life” here
(Every day that I can walk in the wilderness is special.)
 
More Poetic Bloomings with the theme “Write a Poem With Old in the Title” here
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon here
 
More Haiku Heights with the theme “Music” here
 
More Floral Friday Fotos here

Old Music Playing

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old music playing
among the stones and shadows—
thunder at sundown

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
More The Haiku Challenge 2012 with the theme “A Special Day in Your Life” here
(Every day that I can walk in the wilderness is special.)
 
More Poetic Bloomings with the theme “Write a Poem With Old in the Title” here
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon here
 
More Haiku Heights with the theme “Music” here
 
More SkyWatch Friday photos here
 
More Himmelsk photos here