Category Archives: senryu

Keeper

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Sacred Heart Church, Farmington, New Mexico
 


mystery keeper—
not divulging everything
in her mind or heart

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling with Robert and Me

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The first line of each haiku or senryu comes from various poems in My Sentence Was a Thousand Years of Joy by Robert Bly
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
We are still brooding
over the noonday shadow
that eclipsed our lunch.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Our ancestors knew
how to use needle and thread
to patch a torn moon.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
It is not yet dawn
and already the old shoes
clamor for a walk.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
In a dead man’s shoes
the women are sprinkling salt,
poems on each grain.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
The potato bin
has other plans for winter—
emptiness, perhaps.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
Why does the sleeper
dream of a desert landscape
here in Cozumel?
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the smell of coffee
takes the old man’s breath away—
his trembling fingers
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
At any second
gravity may lose its grip
and send us flying.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
The potato fields
sense that winter’s teasing them,
but open their skirts.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
A thousand oak leaves
will not make a loaf of bread
or a jug of wine.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
A year in heaven,
if you have an ass’s head,
is quite long enough.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
Have nothing to say
to the one who sends for you
without a reason.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Unforgettable

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How could I forget
the jackass that brayed at dawn,
jarring me from sleep?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
How could I forget
the rupture of our friendship
forty years ago?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
How could I forget
the splendid little poem
that you wrote for me?

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Three Glimpses

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Pebble in the stream,
no need to apologize
for your stony heart.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Derelict schooner,
wallowing in the wave troughs,
will you reach safe port?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
a glass of Guinness
to medicate the spirit
ease the troubled soul

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Apologize, Derelict, Medicate”

Memorial

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One of thousands of tributes left for the 19 Granite Mountain Hotshots who perished June 30th in the Yarnell Hill Fire, at a memorial wall in Prescott, Arizona
 


Memorial wall—
here pilgrims come to reflect
on life’s brevity.

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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A Wee Foursome

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(I’m on the road this week, so this wee foursome is all I can manage from the motel room before checkout time this morning.)
 
 


ten thousand ripples
making room for night’s longing—
moon in the frog pond
 
~~ ~~
 
driven by the wind
temple bells tear time into
ten thousand pieces
 
~~ ~~
 
In ten thousand stars
lies no key to happiness—
seek the old slate roof.
 
~~ ~~
 
become the stitches—
ten thousand of them or more—
that repair torn mesh

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 118

Compassion

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removing the quills
from the porcupine attack
and wincing with her

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Five Swings

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~~ 1 ~~
Bougainvillea,
I have seen you in the wind,
swinging your red hair.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the story of Ruth
swinging her hips as Boaz
watches her gleaning
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
the sitar player
swinging her body in time
to the holy notes
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the dusty barn roof—
swinging down from the rafters
a spider trio
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Is breaking windows
what he has in mind as he
swings his stone-filled hand?

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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A Gruesome Threesome

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delinquent taxes—
how she slaves to pay them off,
and the penalties
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
hapless old pilgrim
stumbling on the holy way
with no one to help
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
pulling the trigger—
his final act of free will,
then oblivion

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Delinquent, Hapless, Trigger”

Five Measures

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~~ 1 ~~
Inch by inch
she measures her progress—
lame pilgrim.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
her sole companions—
some rusty buckwheat blossoms
measuring the way
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
measuring a life
in coffee spoons or shadows—
a few scant ounces
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Leaving the highway,
she takes the little side road,
still eyeing the map.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
between wing and beak—
perhaps the width of a song,
the length of a breath

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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