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Dancers with Candles
Dancers with candles are lurking around
Places where mistletoe is to be found,
Hoping their empty lips soon will be kissed,
Fearing their footsteps will turn into mist.
Suddenly sleepy the dancers do swoon,
Not caring at all that it’s only noon.
Could this be deep magic doing its work,
Or am I dreaming like some lonely jerk?
Soon I’ll be nodding, my air will be gone,
And it will be time for me to pass on.
Please don’t forget me when I am no more;
Give heed to my wisdom, this I implore.
Of all I’ve told you, try to remember:
Dance with your candle every December!
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #295
More Writers’ Pantry #49 at Poets and Storytellers United
More The Whirligig #295
More Writers’ Pantry #49 at Poets and Storytellers United
Women in the Photograph
I.
Women in the photograph
Do not smile and do not laugh.
“Bones,” they croak, “are fine when brown.
Can we buy some in your town?”
II.
Skin of language, weight of air,
Ravens weaving patterns there
In the presence of your friends—
See the way the sunlight bends?
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #207
More Poetry Pantry #445 at Poets United
Frogs
A palm tree near the pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Frogs, as I pass by your pond,
show me your beauty.
Come out of the mud.
Taste the clear night air.
Pretend to be stars or moonlight!
Sing to the flashing planets,
sing with your flickering tongues,
sing a song of sixpence,
fill your lungs with spring!
Poem © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
More Sunday’s Whirligig #147
More Poetry Pantry #389 at Poets United
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
More Sunday’s Whirligig #147
More Poetry Pantry #389 at Poets United
A song rising
A song rising from the wheat stubble
makes air and light and worm take note.
The iron door of the silo clangs
in time with the music.
By order of an unseen conductor
the song on which your life and
mine hinge will never be over—
it goes on forever.
It blows in the wind,
it floats in the water,
it glows in the stars.
Forever.
Amen.
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #138
More Poetry Pantry #379 at Poets United
More Sunday’s Whirligig #138
More Poetry Pantry #379 at Poets United
Conversation
Garden bench at Sanguinetti House Museum, Yuma, Arizona
no one on the bench
yet last night’s conversation
lingers in the air
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Tangled
Apache County, Arizona
wilderness meadow
tangled with light and shadow—
birdsong stuns the air
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Carpe Diem: “Meadow”
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
Stitching
Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
in big sky country
hidden saguaro tailors
stitching light to air
~~ ~~ ~~
In big cloud country I diminish.
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More SkyWatch Friday
More Six-Word Saturday
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
More Carpe Diem: “Words by Francis of Assisi”
Wastelands
Ocotillo blossoms, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
Something in the air
compels the ocotillo
to call wastelands home.
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Blue Monday
More Macro Monday 2
More Ruby Tuesday Too
More Carpe Diem: “Air”
More Haiku Horizons: “Home”
More I Heart Macro at Shine the Divine
More Postcards from Paradise at Recuerda Mi Corazon
Air
Aloe in bloom, El Charco del Ingenio conservation area, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
something in the air
urging the bee and aloe
to smooth winter’s pleats
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Macro Monday 2
More Carpe Diem: “Air”
More I Heart Macro at Shine the Divine
More Postcards from Paradise at Recuerda Mi Corazon
