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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Mountains

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Shadows nestle in crevices in the Catalina Mountains as the sun sets in Tucson, Arizona.
 

Photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher

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Guide

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A swallowtail butterfly is depicted in this detail from a mosaic in Springville, California.
 


Yellow butterfly,
the journey’s fraught with danger—
will you be my guide?


 
Photo and haiku © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Follow

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A path leads to distant mountains in California’s Anza-Borrego Desert State Park.
 


Hearing a blackbird
sing on the misty mountain,
I follow its voice.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Advice


Uncommon
Names:
Cadoc
Omari
Murton
Mieczyslaw
Ovadia—
Never give your baby one of these!

Acrostic poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

 

Five Haiku with Tea


1.
Rainy afternoon—
a broken silk umbrella
lies in the gutter.
 
2.
How placid the cat
curled seemingly forever
in the old man’s lap!
 
3.
How satisfying
to drink clear, cool spring water
from a clean white cup!
 
4.
In darkness the hills
hold lurid conversations
with the river stones.
 
5.
Autumn advances—
the maple’s leaves turn crimson
without fuss or noise.
 

 

Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Sunrise

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Sunrise in Yuma County, Arizona is a glorious sight.
 


Is this the sunrise
for which you have been waiting?
Blackbird, speak to me!

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher


I Am a Poem


I am a poem.
A poem that says it needs to be famous,
but busies itself with mundane work.
A poem that sometimes acts as if it were on stage,
but usually cowers in the bedroom closet.
A poem that defies gravity like a trapeze artist swinging
through space, only to find no place to land.
A poem that wants to attend the School of Extraordinary Feats,
but after graduating would not know how to apply what
it has learned to ordinary life.
Who would read a poem like that?

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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If Poems…


If poems were written as lists,
Or tattooed on foreheads or wrists,
We’d see them quite well,
But after a spell,
We’d tire of their turns and their twists.


Limerick © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Four Haiku with Tea


1.
This hair in my tea—
how can I not dislike it?
Spring’s first misfortune…
 
2.
These shaded flowers
seem to want to climb the wall,
eager for more light.
 
3.
O sorrowful moss,
surely you know that your hurt
has drawn me to you.
 
4.
When autumn arrives,
meet me in the swirling leaves
near the maple tree.
 

 

Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Hunter

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A narrow street is lined with souvenir shops, in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México.
 


souvenir hunter
rushes to find a bargain
before her flight home

 
© by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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