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Flight

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Virgin of Guadalupe on a headstone, Wellton Memorial Cemetery, Wellton, Arizona
 


At the journey’s end
one more weary soul takes flight—
autumn turns to ash.

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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No Going Back

 

Languid autumn afternoon—
does she know a loss is coming,
a loss so devastating
that longing to die will consume her days?
After it happens,
there will be no going back.
He hinted at this, the angel,
who told her she was exceptional
among women.
If only she could see the outline
of some small joy beyond what she will suffer,
then she could bear what is to come
and more.

 

Poem © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Single

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Mother and child, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


A single mother,
feeling hard stares from the crowd,
hurries far away.

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Disparate Tales

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Fallen leaf, Oak Creek Canyon, Sedona, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
three kids on the run
deciding which bus to take—
their furtive glances
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
during the first hymn
an old woman coughs in church—
the alto just glares
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
swinging the scissors
from one hand to the other—
ambidextrous boy
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
wilderness matins—
the liturgy of weirdness
in a lizard’s tail
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
after last night’s storm
the smell of white flower heads
battered by hailstones
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
autumn afternoon—
the old Chevy’s clicking valves
keeping cricket time
  
~~ 7 ~~
  
dabbing away tears
after the graveside service—
the sergeant’s widow

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Hyperbole

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A section of a church bookshelf

 
Many years ago I was invited to teach an adult Sunday school class. I read the text that we were supposed to discuss, the words of Jesus from Luke 14:26: “If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple.”
 
“This is an example of hyperbole,” I said. “Jesus is exaggerating for the sake of emphasis. He doesn’t really expect you to hate those who are near and dear to you.”
 
Willard bristled at my statement. “My Bible says that you have to hate them,” he said.
 
“It’s a figure of speech,” I countered. “Can you follow Jesus and hate your wife?”
 
“It’s not a figure of speech,” Willard insisted. “It says hate and it means hate.”
 
The rest of the class grew increasingly uneasy as Willard and I traded verbal blows.
 
At last I said, “I guess we’re just going to have to agree to disagree.” And I moved on.

 


one way to the light
goes through the house of darkness—
I open the door

 
Haibun and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Six for Sunday

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Unusually early blossoms on a palo verde tree, November 2016, Yuma County, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
words to nourish me
on this November morning—
a poem by Keats
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
Sing, little sparrow!
How could I despise your voice
this frosty morning?
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
This frosty morning
I am dumb before the wren
and its trills of grief.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
Without any means
to support itself, the wren
enriches my life.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
noise at the corner—
a thousand hungry blackbirds
clamoring for crumbs
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
joyful not plaintive—
the voice of the old woman
at her husband’s grave

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Hiding

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Sunrise making the Milky Way invisible, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


A brown paper bag,
clutched in a little girl’s hand,
hides the Milky Way.

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invisibility”

Ploughman

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Santa Fe National Cemetery, New Mexico
 


in a barren field
row upon row of headstones—
the ploughman ploughs deep

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Choosing

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Footprint in a sandy wash, Apache County, Arizona
 


choosing a new path
before the wind can erase
yesterday’s footprints

 
 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Six for Sunday

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Dried teasel, Yavapai County, Arizona
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
autumn afternoon—
in the park two young women
kissing each other
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
watching the old dog
try to lift his left hind leg
to spray the fire plug
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
unexpected breeze
throws my paper boat off course—
autumn afternoon
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
leaves in the tea bowl
sinking down to the bottom—
I heed the omen
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
impossible task—
keeping the stone on my back
while running 5k
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
my neighbor’s mongrel—
how perfectly she retrieves
the little red ball
 

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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