Category Archives: Sunday’s Whirligig

A woman wrapped in water

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Reflections in the duck pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

A woman wrapped in water
will try to surprise you
summer afternoons
as you are cultivating bean rows
in your long-neglected garden.
She will come,
bearing a blade in her hand,
from the place across the road,
where ice melted months ago.
Gulp at her appearing, if you must,
but do not let her speak.
Cut her off,
or with subtle words
and artifice and craft
she will begin turning you
into a pond or puddle, and laugh
when the deed is accomplished.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #125
   
More Poetry Pantry #367 at Poets United

Brown-eyed girl

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 

A penny for your thoughts,
brown-eyed girl.
Can anyone grow wise
thinking only of the stars?
When shadows nestle in your hair,
becoming bent and crooked—
is that how wisdom begins?
What about the young boy
who loops himself around
the boa constrictor
and survives to tell the tale?
Will you be like him?
Will you have a tale to tell?
How will you begin?
A penny (that’s enough)
for your thoughts,
brown-eyed girl.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #124

Writing letters

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 
 

I would work harder
at writing letters
if I thought someone
would open the envelope.
There’s something satisfying
about going to my desk,
sweeping aside the rejection slips
from my latest failed poem,
and writing to friends,
a different one each day.
Despite my devotion
to penning words on paper,
few friends reply,
and I have to remind myself
that letter writing
is about to pass away
into that realm where
rotary dial telephones,
carbon paper, and chalkboards
are of blessed memory.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #123
   
More Poetry Pantry #365 at Poets United

Laughter

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A mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 
 

Listen to girls laugh—
no two are alike.
One’s laughter is sweet,
the other’s rings of deceit.
The best laughter
(think of someone you know)
surprises you
like hair falling
across your eyes
just as the blackbird
lifts off to fly
and all you can see
is a wingtip
and then it is gone.
Yet of life’s ten thousand joys
this is only one.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #122
   
More Poetry Pantry #364 at Poets United

Bliss

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A heart drawn in the sand by lovers, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 
 

I hate broccoli—
loathe the stuff.
But it is bliss
to kick off my sandals
and draw on the beach
with my toes.
It is rapture
to wear a different wig each day
and keep people guessing:
“Who is that woman?”
And when I purse my lips
to kiss you? O what delight!
I don’t even worry about the dents
I got in my car last night!

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
NOTE TO THE READER: Some elements of this poem are autobiographical, but I am NOT a hater of broccoli! The declaration of antipathy toward that particular vegetable just happened to work with this poem.
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #121
   
More Poetry Pantry #363 at Poets United

When I was a girl

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A mural on a house in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


When I was a girl
I wanted to be someone’s wife,
washing his dirty clothes,
then hanging them out to dry
on leafless bamboo poles.
But the day I saw a blackbird
in the backyard bath,
its eyes aflame with fire,
I felt within my skin a stirring
to make paintings
envied by both monk and nun.
Now masked, with brush in hand,
I steal out every night
to splash the darkened city walls
with light, and then more light.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #120
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Masks”

At the festival

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A dog explores the weeds and grasses near Lake Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico
 
 

at the festival
she wore only poems
that she had listened to before…
before the wine
before the fruit
before the shades of night
came without warning
to spirit her away
from where she walked
with her favorite dog
the two of them together
clad only
in poems

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #119
   
More Poetry Pantry #361 at Poets United

Clerking

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A neighborhood store in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

 
 

lipsticks on the left
hairspray on the right
a narrow aisle between them
 
clerking in a white smock
she squeezes her hips
through the straits
looking for something
a customer wants
 
seldom does she walk home
after her shift is over
without wondering how she can
do this chore for the rest of her life
 
the wisp of a dangling spider web
sticks to her left eyelash
startling her out of her reverie
and she brushes it away
along with her thoughts

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #118
   
More Poetry Pantry #360 at Poets United

The middle child

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Section of a mural in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

 
 

The middle child,
feeling lost and upset,
goes for treatment
one day a week.
In the waiting room,
her older brother
chants nursery rhymes
and tells stories
in a vain attempt
to comfort her.
“Wait till you see the lunches
they serve at school next week,”
he says.
“Seven kinds of ice cream!”
But the disconsolate middle child
cares nothing for ice cream lunches.
All she wants is to rise up
out of her wheelchair
and walk.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #117
   
More Poetry Pantry #359 at Poets United

Angel

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A winding path, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 
 

A father bends
to help his little girl
who has skinned her knee
while running.
Somehow her legs gave way
and she stumbled in the gravel
at the sidewalk’s end.
He kisses the wound
again and again, murmuring,
“It’s all right, angel, it’s all right.”
Smiling back at him
through tears, she says,
“Thank you, Daddy.
You’re an angel too.”
Then the big angel spreads his wings
and carries his little angel home.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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