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Are There No Raindrops?
Are there no raindrops
to soothe this tortured landscape
or my trembling heart?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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to soothe this tortured landscape
or my trembling heart?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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Tortured Landscape
This tortured landscape—
stealthy blooms and stippled fruit—
who could wish for more?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Withered prickly pear fruit, Northern Arizona
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stealthy blooms and stippled fruit—
who could wish for more?
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Withered prickly pear fruit, Northern Arizona
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Only for an Hour
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Psalm 103:15-16, King James Version
Only for an hour
blossoms tame or wild flower,
then they fade away.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: An iris in bloom, Hubbell Trading Post, Ganado, Arizona
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blossoms tame or wild flower,
then they fade away.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: An iris in bloom, Hubbell Trading Post, Ganado, Arizona
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Six Takes on ‘Forgive’
How many times, Lord,
must I forgive the people
who do wrong to me?
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Tell me, Sister Crow,
do you forgive Old Raven
when he torments you?
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
The serpent hisses,
It is foolish to forgive—
get even instead.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
How great my hunger
to forgive my tormentor,
yet I find no crumb!
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Though I can’t forgive
and I am deaf to singing,
still I long for you.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Nothing you can do
can compel me to forgive—
stones lodge in my heart.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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must I forgive the people
who do wrong to me?
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Tell me, Sister Crow,
do you forgive Old Raven
when he torments you?
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
The serpent hisses,
It is foolish to forgive—
get even instead.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
How great my hunger
to forgive my tormentor,
yet I find no crumb!
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Though I can’t forgive
and I am deaf to singing,
still I long for you.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Nothing you can do
can compel me to forgive—
stones lodge in my heart.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Waving Good-Bye
Sky Maiden, teasing,
puts on her flaming garments,
and then waves good-bye.
Photo and text © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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puts on her flaming garments,
and then waves good-bye.
Photo and text © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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Six Takes on ‘Waves’
I see a blue horse
plunging into the deep waves,
muzzle flecked with foam.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Tell me the secret
of calming the wind and waves,
the one Jesus knows.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
to steer a safe course
through the tempestuous waves—
this is my prayer
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Fending off urchins
with waves of her hand, madame
sweeps into the courtyard.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
She waves to her son,
but he turns his back to her,
marching off to war.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
At the bus station
the old man staying behind
waves to his daughter.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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plunging into the deep waves,
muzzle flecked with foam.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Tell me the secret
of calming the wind and waves,
the one Jesus knows.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
to steer a safe course
through the tempestuous waves—
this is my prayer
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Fending off urchins
with waves of her hand, madame
sweeps into the courtyard.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
She waves to her son,
but he turns his back to her,
marching off to war.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
At the bus station
the old man staying behind
waves to his daughter.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Hours of Scrutiny
hours of scrutiny
down on my knees in the wash—
first faint wisps of spring
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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(I am indebted to Jenn at You Know…That Blog? for the first line of this haiku.)
down on my knees in the wash—
first faint wisps of spring
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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(I am indebted to Jenn at You Know…That Blog? for the first line of this haiku.)
Somewhere a Wren Sings
stores, boutiques and malls
crumbling into desert dust—
somewhere a wren sings
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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(I am indebted to Jenn at You Know…That Blog? for the first line of this haiku.)
crumbling into desert dust—
somewhere a wren sings
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
More Sensational Haiku Wednesday: “Freestyle”
More We Write Poems: NaPoWriMo #04
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(I am indebted to Jenn at You Know…That Blog? for the first line of this haiku.)
Six Takes on ‘Doubt’
You may be certain
that the day of doubt will come
sooner than you think.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
When she crunched down on
that little bite of Jesus,
doubt benumbed her tongue.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Every syllable
made her doubt her sanity—
Ave Maria.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Had she seen the light,
she would have no need for doubt,
yet she holds it dear.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
She could not return
to that place before her doubt
sanctified each breath.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
My name is Thomas,
the one who holds faith and doubt
in equal measure.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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that the day of doubt will come
sooner than you think.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
When she crunched down on
that little bite of Jesus,
doubt benumbed her tongue.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Every syllable
made her doubt her sanity—
Ave Maria.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Had she seen the light,
she would have no need for doubt,
yet she holds it dear.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
She could not return
to that place before her doubt
sanctified each breath.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
My name is Thomas,
the one who holds faith and doubt
in equal measure.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More We Write Poems: NaPoWriMo #04
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Six Takes on ‘Harbor’
some distant harbor
Athens or Copenhagen
to cast my anchor
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
three seagulls wheeling
over the harbor at dawn
ships bob at anchor
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
knowing her husband
will no longer harbor her
she opens the door
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
no lock on my door
no safe harbor for the night
old London hotel
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
on a moonless night
she slips down to the harbor—
sailors are waiting
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
down at the harbor
three ships bobbing at anchor
my old compass lost
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Athens or Copenhagen
to cast my anchor
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
three seagulls wheeling
over the harbor at dawn
ships bob at anchor
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
knowing her husband
will no longer harbor her
she opens the door
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
no lock on my door
no safe harbor for the night
old London hotel
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
on a moonless night
she slips down to the harbor—
sailors are waiting
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
down at the harbor
three ships bobbing at anchor
my old compass lost
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More We Write Poems: NaPoWriMo #03
More The April Heights: “Harbor”
More Poetry Picnic Week 29
