Category Archives: The Sunday Whirl

December Whirl

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~~ 1 ~~
 
birth of her firstborn
on this silent, holy night—
the pale young mother
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a young mother’s sigh
consolation of cattle
two roosters chime in
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
the new arrival
a stray dog from the village
sniffing at the child
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Laughing villagers,
oblivious to the child,
stumble to their homes.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
(alone)
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
(scar)
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
(ingest)

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Christmas with Ted

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Each tiny poem begins with a phrase taken from “Christmas Mail” by Ted Kooser.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the plaintive bleating
of a thousand frightened sheep
after shepherds flee
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
into the distance
always following the star—
resolute Magi
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Wise men, the donkeys
with their sure feet and keen eyes
will guide your camels.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
clopping of camels
how they perform their slow dance
for the manger child
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Who chews and muses
after the right choice of hay?
Mary, do you know?
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
shuffle of sandals—
small talk before the manger,
the mother, and child
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
deep in the shadows
trembling at the presence
unwashed shepherds sweat
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
cup white as a star
no snag in the smooth surface—
she sips her latte
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
her Styrofoam cup—
as long as she clutches it,
no need to panic
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
perched on the dashboard
to help drivers in distress—
good St. Anthony
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
hint of hazelnut
in her vanilla latte—
hoping for a high
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
then a touch of myrrh
to burn the tip of her tongue
with mortality

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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A Tiny Whirlwind

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Each tiny poem begins with a phrase taken from the opening sentences of the Gospel According to Saint John (King James Version).
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
In the beginning,
they say, the planets’ spinning
made angels dizzy.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Sent to bear witness,
three beings from a spacecraft
endeavor to speak.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
the will of the flesh—
a tangle of deception
net forever spread
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
full of grace and truth
both lunatic and loser
hanging out with Christ
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
A man sent from God
will tread wherever he must
to spread the good news.
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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A Whirl with Benjamin

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Each tiny poem begins with a phrase taken from “Work” by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
In any language
it is hard to sustain love
for more than an hour.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
quiet desert nights
unable to free themselves
the stars in their chains
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
our hungry questions
crowding an empty table
in a stone-cold cave
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
without the river
wrapping her bones as a cape
the chill in her soul
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the labor of hands
lifting a golden chalice
in the sacred haze
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
a piece of music
one strain after another
from the wheezing pipes
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Do you say river
with or without an accent?
Do not feign surprise!
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
Difficult and dry
are the grasses where we traipse
most Sunday mornings.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Dream of the river,
deranged and changing its course
on the slightest whim.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
music in silence
savoring filet de boeuf
with a well-aged wine
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
It is not the work
of nuns and priests to inflame,
but to cool passions.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
The flowers I sent—
exchange them, if you want to,
for a crown of thorns.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Another Whirl with Solomon

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Each tiny poem begins with a line from Chapter 2 of “Song of Solomon,” taken from the King James Bible.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the singing of birds
gathering worms for their chicks
in the hidden nests
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the rain is over
for seven years and a day—
empty husks rattle
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
upon the mountains
a rich harvest of pollen
from the cedar trees
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
voice of the turtle
bent and broken with sorrow
as it plods along
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the little foxes
able to fend for themselves
but choosing not to
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the winter is past—
a breeze rising from the south
coaxes seeds to sprout
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
shadows flee away
leaving darkness in their wake
on the barren plain
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
among the lilies
scattered patches of hoarfrost—
summer comes too soon
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
among the lilies
the skin of an animal
taken by surprise
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
the secret places—
how alluring their splendor
to famished spirits
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the banqueting house
where secular debates rage
over cups of wine
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
lily among thorns—
to all who gaze upon it,
enchanting its ways

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Resolute

Livestock chute
Wind sweeps over an abandoned livestock chute, Luna, New Mexico
 


Spirit of the wind,
how resolute your warnings
in moments like these.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling with Solomon

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Each tiny poem begins with a line from Chapter 2 of “Song of Solomon,” taken from the King James Bible.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the singing of birds—
her soul yields to the trilling
of their morning tongues
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the rain is over
earth’s parched palate is waiting
for another spring
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
upon the mountains
pumas mix with the ravens—
a mingling of tongues
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
voice of the turtle
more subtle than any breeze
soughing through the hills
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the little foxes
fresh from the hunt at daybreak
feasting in their den
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
The winter is past—
hints of ice and snow still lurk
among the shadows.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
shadows flee away
as the toasty hours approach
with high noon’s blazing
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
among the lilies
she tends morning by morning
one barbarous thorn
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
among the lilies
morning and afternoon sex
with her beloved
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
the secret places—
in them the lingering scents
of hurried affairs
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the banqueting house
redolent of gin and wine
even before noon
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
lily among thorns—
the soul in dereliction
still fragrant with grace

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Suicide Note

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She scribbles her suicide note with fervor,
envisioning birds and thorns, and her
arrival at a crossroads in the night.
She tells of a thread, stitching
rose and crocus and
chrysanthemum together in a
crazy-quilt of seasons out of joint.
She sings of a great horned owl
with the shine of moonlight
in its left eye, but not its right.
She curses the mud
from whose ravenous sucking
not even the strongest foot
can pull free. Then,
in mid-sentence

 

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling with Galway

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Each of the following haiku begins with a line purloined from “The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students” by the American poet Galway Kinnell, who died on 28 October.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
clinical sonnets—
jaded women read aloud
from glowing Kindles
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
sending back to you
the smug, self-satisfied look
you gave me last night
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
trying to guess which
way the Holy One went when
he fled Birkenau
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
In the mildest words
lurks a cold, grey rain aimed at
sundering lovers.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
snapshots of yourself
standing on the battlements
of the Alamo
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
to the sagging breast
even high-noon sun seems cold
on the nudist beach
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
neat-scripted letters
in a pornographic tongue—
time to slash and burn

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling On

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~~ 1 ~~
 
the shape of the bowl
carved from chrysanthemum roots—
how unsubstantial
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
first day of the year
bright and blue over Dublin
a seagull screeches
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
behind the green door
something stirring at nightfall—
thirteen bloody fangs
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the flame that devours
bole and branch, leaf and limb—
how strange the story
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
rack near the toilet—
literary magazine
still crisp and unread
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
all her wishes for
his speedy recovery—
a turn for the worse
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
inklings of mercy
seeping from the holy book
onto her gnarled hands
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
ten million poppies
carpeting the soldiers’ graves—
distant Flanders fields
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
frivolous pursuits
sucking the life from her soul
dollar by dollar
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
the screeching wind
and swiftly rising ocean—
apocalyptic
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
summer’s epilogue
written in the raven’s cry
and the falling leaf
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
barely audible
her voice inviting earwigs
to the garden feast

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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