Category Archives: The April Heights 2012

Six More Takes on ‘Melody’

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a beautiful girl
lugubrious melody
dribbling from her lips
 
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When things go badly,
play a soulful melody
on your silver flute.
 
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Tiny lamp in hand,
I sing one thin melody—
this present darkness.
 
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Old door in the wall
hums a welcome melody
to all who enter.
 
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From tall, dry grasses
emanates a melody
sung by one thin voice.
 
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Something in the wind—
can it be a melody
sung by cactus wrens?

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Six Takes on ‘Melody’

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Her place in the world—
finding the right melody
to sing to sparrows.
 
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On a nearby plate—
the melody of dinner,
fragrant, full of grace.
 
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Children of my heart,
will you sing the melody
you learned long ago?
 
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Earth and sky and beast—
what is this strange melody
they now meet to sing?
 
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As you consider
the next melody to sing,
think of the sparrows.
 
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Reduced to ashes—
one sad melody of grace,
sung by lonely souls.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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On a Wooden Loom

Navajo loom

On a wooden loom
a weaver wove her kismet
thread by thread by thread.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Navajo loom, Hubbell Trading Post, Ganado, Arizona
 
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Ignoring Kismet

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Ignoring kismet,
we romanced the wilderness—
weathered bone rejoiced.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
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Six Takes on ‘Mesmerize’

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Thick smoke from the fires
begins to mesmerize me,
but I blink and run.
 
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Weak from thirst and heat,
nothing can mesmerize me,
save a glass of wine.
 
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Move with the music
and let it mesmerize you,
swaying to and fro.
 
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She cannot resist
the chance to mesmerize him,
toying with his heart.
 
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Ache for the woman
whose charms will mesmerize you
to your dying day.
 
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Too many questions
will surely mesmerize me,
causing me to quail.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Shadowed Is My Way

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Shadowed is my way,
and yet I fear no evil—
God is with me still.

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
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Whirling Haiku and Senryu

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The first line of each haiku or senryu below is taken from Shu Ting‘s poem “The Singing Flower,” translated from the Chinese by Carolyn Kizer.
 

Who comes at your call?
Little origami cranes
fluttering their wings!
 
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Your little blue star
has begun to ferment, child—
time to bury it.
 
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If the bullet comes
to slay the sleeping dragon,
do not be dismayed.
 
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Into your poem
build an exquisite sweetness—
the flavor of light.
 
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Under the streetlamp
the two begin to shimmy—
God, how their loins ache!
 
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Into your poem
write something about spangling
and bronze temple bells.
 
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For the time being,
let cacophony soothe you—
wilding lullaby.
 
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Among the lucky
are those who have not been shelved
because they are old.
 
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Raise your lamp, my love,
even though your left arm aches
and the cure is death.
 
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To confront winter
you need the coda of spring—
a whiff of lilac.
 
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I asked the olive
for some ethereal oil—
she shrugged off her fruit.
 
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Follow the pigeons
and their abstract reasoning?
I think not, thank you.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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A Dozen Ways to Still

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The first line of each haiku or senryu below is taken from Shu Ting‘s poem “The Singing Flower,” translated from the Chinese by Carolyn Kizer.
 


I return to you
every evening at sundown—
still your door is locked.
 
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Pounding at your door,
my hands still in bandages—
will you let me in?
 
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Sit in the darkness,
bid your frantic heart be still—
hush, the singer comes.
 
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On a speeding train
I try to still my wild heart—
frightened little fawn.
 
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Permit me to dream
of things I still care about—
plum trees blossoming.
 
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My little basket
will still hold a few ripe plums—
this one is for you.
 
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Your singing flower
cannot soothe my troubled heart—
still, I will listen.
 
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Come in the morning
when I am still ripe with sleep—
press me to your lips.
 
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I reserve the right
to still your strident singing—
why are you amazed?
 
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in the barley fields
harvesters still swinging scythes—
lightning in the east
 
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My poems travel
from here to Venus and back—
still no one reads them.
 
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Guided by flowers,
I am still finding my way
fragrance by fragrance.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Serendipity

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Only about thirty minutes of daylight remain. All week long I have been cooped up in my classroom with ten understandably recalcitrant adolescent boys, doing state testing. I need to leave the stress behind, and refresh body and soul. I grab my point-and-shoot and head to the wilderness area behind the house.
 
Something is calling my name. I will know it when I find it, or more precisely, when it finds me. Is it the tuft of dried grass glowing in the last fiery remnants of day? Is it the desiccated sunflower? Perhaps it is the lichen-covered stone.
 
Oh, it is you, tiny white flowers! I do not know your name, but this I do know: You are my bread in this wilderness, you are the wine that refreshes. I kneel before you in awe and wonder. Te adoro.
 

fragile white blossoms
nearly crushed by careless boot
last-minute reprieve

 
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: Northern Arizona
 
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A Dozen Serendipitous Ways

Haiku Heights
 
 

To my little room
three elders come with singing—
serendipity!
 
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Three minutes to read—
words whisk me off to Paris—
serendipity!
 
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Awake and singing
even at half-past midnight—
serendipity!
 
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Hidden here with God,
though I know not how or why—
serendipity!
 
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My words are guesswork,
yet my Lady Haiku smiles—
serendipity!
 
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By a desert spring
wise ones wipe away my tears—
serendipity!
 
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In three old poems
new and sacred truths appear—
serendipity!
 
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on a moonless night
still wending my way homeward—
serendipity
 
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At a roadside shrine
Christ sings seven songs to me—
serendipity!
 
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Spirit of the bear
comes to help me find my way—
serendipity!
 
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Hungry for supper,
I find hidden crusts of bread—
serendipity!
 
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At a gleaming pool,
Lady Serendipity
cleanses all my wounds.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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