Category Archives: Poets United

Hoarding

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Barrel cactus blossoms, Saguaro National Park, Tucson, Arizona
 


 
Haiga © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Poetry Pantry #317

Blessings

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August evening, Saguaro National Park, Tucson, Arizona
 


tantalizing clouds—
chances are fifty-fifty
for blessings of rain

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Blessings”

My Father’s Blessing

When I toddled into the kitchen one Saturday morning,
my father was eating breakfast.
I stared at him, rubbing my eyes in astonishment.
“You comed back!” I exclaimed.
He opened his arms and I ran to him,
not quite believing he was real
until his arms closed around me
and he nuzzled my face with his stubbly cheek,
ten thousand tiny whiskers prickling my skin.
 
Dad was a student minister then,
and I saw him only on weekends.
He spent the week in Denver, studying theology,
then on Friday night he rode the bus back home
to our lonely outpost somewhere in Kansas.
His absence was like the absence of God:
“He’s there, but you just can’t see him,”
my father explained.
 
When he was older and wiser,
my father shocked me by saying,
“I don’t need to defend God;
God can take care of himself.”
He put his Bible on the bookshelf
and started preaching from The Denver Post.
One day he raged that another convicted murderer
had been executed in a neighboring state’s electric chair.
He ended his sermon on Sunday with a question:
“Would Jesus Christ pull the switch?”
 
Of all my father’s sermons,
I remember only this fragment,
and I hold on to it fiercely,
the way I once held the blessed bread
of Holy Communion, so I wouldn’t drop it,
or the way my young father held me
when he came home on weekends,
nuzzling my face with his stubbly cheek,
ten thousand tiny whiskers prickling my skin.

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Bits and Pieces

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~~ 1 ~~
 
leaning on his cane
grandpa in the nursing home
ogles the nurses
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
cat in the kitchen
unwinding a ball of yarn
with his white-tipped paw
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
rushing out the door
without glancing backward once—
terrified priestess
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
ravenous seagull
hovering near the dumpster—
last night’s crumbs for lunch
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
summer afternoon—
the ringing of clear laughter
from the neighbor’s yard
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
out-of-date lenses—
a minor blur in vision
makes him look again
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
rusting ship’s anchor
cast down at the water’s edge—
one crab scuttles by
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
old man’s rheumy eyes
flicker in recognition
in the nursing home
 

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #316
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #73

Wildcats

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


the distant mountains—
a prowling place for wildcats
stalking tender prey

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Cat

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Cattle Track Arts Compound, Scottsdale, Arizona
 


dog days of summer—
black cat begs for attention
and comic relief

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Cats”

People, Places, and Things

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~~ 1 ~~
 
Italian cousins
winding long spaghetti strands
around their fork tines
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
dour great-grandmother
dreaming of being a corpse
in less than a year
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Loud clashing cymbals—
even the deaf boy hears them
and jumps from his chair.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Seven misspelled words—
she thinks the world has ended
as she fails the test.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
A brook by the way—
she pauses to slake her thirst
before moving on.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
on the homeward way
pushing through thorns and brambles
to get to her door
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
a tanning salon
where the KKK sister
turns her white skin brown
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
grandfather’s casket
hewn from a tree that he felled
forty years ago
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
an old garden rake
abandoned by the shoreline
after digging clams
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
recent crash debris
still littering the freeway
glass and wiper blades
 

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #315
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #72

Prey

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Mission San Xavier del Bac in the Sonoran Desert, Tucson, Arizona


dark sanctuary—
unsuspecting worshipers
become spirit’s prey

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif: “Predator and Prey”

Way

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Day’s end, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


midsummer moments—
taking the winding way home
just before nightfall

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Shattered

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In the foreground, a dead saguaro cactus; in the background, a palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Even shattered things
still cradle wondrous music
deep within their bones.

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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