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Strident Voices

Strident voices fill the room,
Stripped of reason, dripping gloom;
In the yard among the ashes
Lie three shattered window sashes.
Mention them enough, they say,
And you’ll turn the night to day.
Later on when winter’s over
And the fields are white with clover,
And our conversations rust
(As we knew they surely must),
Maybe then the world will see
Everyone in chains set free.


Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #302
More Writers’ Pantry #54 at Poets and Storytellers United

Autumn Leaves

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Colorful aspen leaves, Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona, autumn 2016.

~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
tumult on my roof—
acorns and oak leaves thudding
till the storm is done
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
Since crowds delight you,
how can one falling oak leaf
give you so much joy?
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
Bring me one red leaf
from under the maple tree,
then leave me alone.
~~ ~~ 4 ~~ ~~
Such a waste of breath:
lamenting the leaves falling
from my backyard plum!
~~ ~~ 5 ~~ ~~
Two feral cats fight
among the falling oak leaves—
one gets bragging rights.
~~ ~~ 6 ~~ ~~
Blackbird, O blackbird,
how do you balance your song
on that falling leaf?
~~ ~~ 7 ~~ ~~
It is no great loss
to watch storm clouds disappear,
but when plum leaves fall…

Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #182
More Poetry Pantry #423 at Poets United