Category Archives: Poetry Pantry

Glimpses

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Strawberry cactus, (Mammillaria dioica), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California, February 2017
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
naked figurines
their alabaster bellies
shining in the light
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
somewhere in the ’hood—
poems kicked to the gutter
begging for mercy
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
at the hoarder’s house—
lockets stuffed with old photos
too many to count
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
a bloated old man
bathed by his daughter at noon
then tucked into bed
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
ambling down the street
with a basket on her arm—
market day again
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
The way the moon leans
into the battered dumpster,
you’d think it was drunk.

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Weird Tales

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A brittlebush blossom on a winter’s day, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
In a burlap sack
a piece of bread with butter
crumbles into dust.
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
For ferocity
she cannot be forgiven,
says the priest in grey.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
why have you gutted my soul
by deceiving me?
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
going home to feed the dog
from an empty bag
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
crumbs of holiness hidden
in a paper bag
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
having grained the mare,
she lies down to nap.
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Hummingbird Country

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Barrel cactus fruit, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 

We live in hummingbird country.
We know how to survive.
Like tiny creatures
flitting here and sipping there,
we scan the sky.
Storm clouds hang heavy in the west,
where thunder is heard.
Can anything good come from thunder
or the burden that both of us bear?
You compare your pain to mine
to see whose is greater.
You say that the doctor’s poking
and prodding was not proper,
because it stirred up something inside you—
a storm that may destroy you.
But aren’t we stronger than storms?
We live in hummingbird country.
We know how to survive.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Winter Afternoon

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A splintered tree on a winter’s day, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
all his broken promises
come back to haunt her.
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
her resistance to the cold
is growing weaker.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
hearing the forecast with doubt
and great suspicion
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
that clown of a weatherman
talks only in lies.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
her defiance of the cold
weakens by the hour.
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
something in her soul demands
a bold new action.
  
~~ 7 ~~
  
Winter afternoon—
unafraid of the wind chill
she ventures outdoors,
embraced by the great white void
that erases her footsteps.

 
Haiku and tanka © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Tales of This and That

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Section of a well-weathered wooden wagon wheel, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
on a well-worn plank
peppers waiting to be sliced
with a keen-edge knife
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
As winter deepens,
her loneliness grows longer
in the waning light.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
From a broken plate
the homeless man is scraping
just enough to taste.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
Everything depends
on music she composes
while making mistakes.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
Death by cliff or snare—
she imagines her revenge
on him who harmed her.
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
Artists young and old,
create out of this darkness
new and dazzling light.

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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A Way Out

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Debris floats in a backyard fountain.

 

Trying to breathe in this place,
close to the source of my grief,
while coins thrown in the wishing well
are glimmering and turning—
such madness!
I feel my right foot slip, and then my left,
something tightens in my chest.
Be still, my heart!
You will find a way out!

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Savage Tales

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Seedpod of the nightshade, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
a runty spring lamb
falls prey to two hungry wolves—
the blood-spattered snow
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
pressed close together
two siblings tremble with fear—
first storm of winter
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
bitter winter’s night—
she prowls about the hallways
unable to sleep
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
night-blooming jasmine—
inhaling the haunting scent
as we sip our tea
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
the first snowflakes remind her
of life’s brevity

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Lemons

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Yuma County, Arizona lemons ripening in the desert sun
 


First day of the year—
the lemons seem to ripen
at a faster pace.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Obstacles

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Chunks of concrete near an abandoned irrigation ditch, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Last days of autumn—
how many more obstacles
will hamper my way?

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

The Sane Thing to Do

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Native American Virgin and Christ Child, Mission San Antonio de Pala, Pala, California

 

Wait!
This is not the season to rejoice.
Shame and scorn draw near to touch—
perhaps to torch—
the edges of your life.
There is no one to shield you
from unseemly words,
words tarnished by layers of grime,
words that will not mesh together now
or ever.
You steer an unsteady course;
seaweed tangles your rudder.
The sane thing to do?
Abandon this enterprise
of being an unwed mother!

 

Poem © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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