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A Short Whirl with Richard

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The first line of each haiku or senryu is taken from Haiku: This Other World by Richard Wright. I’m viewing the Perseid meteor shower as far from city lights as I can get; hence, this short version of The Sunday Whirl.
 


 
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Flashing glints of spring
illuminate the river
all the way to Bonn.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
in the dusty woods
three wizened women pounding
acorns into meal
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
this path to sleep in
beside the concrete fence posts—
may no horses come
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
On a mountain ridge
she draws a simple circle
to protect herself.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
The first ant of spring
comes within striking distance
of the beggar’s hand.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
In the dead man’s room,
they strain to keep on praying
for his soul’s repose.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Awhirl with Richard Wright

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The first line of each haiku or senryu is taken from Haiku: This Other World by Richard Wright.
 


~~ 1 ~~
Over steaming rice
she sprinkles magic powders—
tonight, her lover!
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
In the drizzling rain
she calls out to her lover—
three crows mark her tears.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Under yellow leaves
she finds the letter she lost,
sodden and unread.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
On a wet tree trunk,
three words written long ago
tell of a lost love.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
In a flower pot
she buries a smooth white stone,
hoping it will grow.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
In the morning sun
a pilgrim stabs her oak staff
up the mountain trail.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Obscuring the moon,
an ominous mountain peak
blights the pilgrim’s path.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
To change this cold wind
after the rose petals fall,
she will need magic.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Brighter than ever
the cathedral door locks glow
with unholy fire.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Two men are parting—
one of them walks toward a pit,
where strange angels dance.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Half a Whirl with Richard Wright

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The first line of each haiku or senryu is the last line from several haiku in Haiku: This Other World by Richard Wright. I have used six of this week’s Wordle words.
 
 


The first ant of spring
seems dazed by all the sunlight
hammering her brain.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
In fields of young corn
I hear the labored breathing
of men chopping weeds.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
A peach tree blooming
fills my heart with fear and dread—
hail shreds each petal.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
On gusts of March wind
all that is holy rises,
then plummets to earth.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
In the dusty woods
an old man murmurs prayers—
one cricket listens.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
In the autumn mist
I strike a match to incense—
fragrance sputters out.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Half a Whirl with Richard Wright

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The first line of each haiku or senryu is the last line from several haiku in Haiku: This Other World by Richard Wright.
 
This week’s whirling words are:
dusk, link, trace, empty, essentials, rose, pencils, fence, chain, recipe, forgiven, operator

 
 


Huddling together
they decide to link their fate
with the hummingbirds’.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
stop your chattering
trace a new path for yourself
through seas of silence
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
in a musty barn
cobweb shivering at dusk—
one hapless horsefly
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Weaving autumn mists
in and out the picket fence—
fragile tapestry.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
gently mocking me
the pencils on my desktop
every lead broken
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
On a bed of stars
one empty corner beckoned—
there she weaves her dreams.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling with Richard Wright

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The first line of each haiku or senryu is taken from Haiku: This Other World by Richard Wright.
 
This week’s whirling words are: wayward, falling, frenzy, attack, sublime, strange, settle, rough, channel, ball, robust, life

 
 


An empty seashore—
not even wayward children
picking up stray shells.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Droning autumn rain,
falling since seven a.m.—
will it never cease?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Faint sounds of a flute—
a frenzy of emotions
rising within me.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
A white butterfly
positioning for attack—
sunflower shudders.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Is it possible
for sublime conversations
to spawn violence?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
In an April fog
three strange women are walking—
one begins to chant.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
The first day of spring,
wind roaring down from the north—
where will it settle?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Just enough of moon
to smooth off the rough edges
of one splintered bone.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Which is more distant?
The channel through the mountains
or the ocean strand?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
The scarecrow shudders
as a ball of mud hurtles
toward his straw-filled cheeks.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Pen me a letter,
robust, rich, and bristling with
Anglo-Saxon words.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Walking home alone,
the life I lived unraveled
strand by strand by strand.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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