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The Filling


Underneath a palace table hungry dogs eat husks and wings;
Even twilight does not daunt them when the regal peacock sings
Songs of anger, songs of yearning, songs of drawing forth a knife—
Runic songs that bid the Presence come as fire to be our wife.
See, she vanquishes injustice! See, she turns things upside down!
Then the fiery Presence fills us, and at last we wear her crown!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

New Ways

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~~ 1 ~~
 
bitter memory—
the night he broke her left arm
with a baseball bat
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
how an egret stands
on one leg, then the other
at the water’s edge
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
father of the bride
taking out his handkerchief
to dab at his eyes
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
first month of the year—
trying to find a new way
though she keeps stumbling
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
building a new nest—
the mice in the dead man’s shoes
tying up loose ends
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
smashing the last plate
in her mother’s collection
to vent her anger
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
ordinary rope
tying loose ends together
in a sacred knot
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a brown serape
pulled tight across his shoulders—
old man shivering
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
first weeks of the year—
in her trembling hands a rope
to steady her way
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
old men playing chess
on a chilly afternoon
fumbling every move
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
trying to sort out
the logic of a young crow
that spurns fresh road kill
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
with trembling fingers
she tries to untie the wind
tangled in the oak

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Sunday’s Whirligig #42

Scraps

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~~ 1 ~~
 
muttering nonsense
the women at the dumpster
rummaging for scraps
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
in a hidden vein
gold ore waiting in the dark
for a miner’s pick
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
hibiscus blossoms—
tearing at them with anger
till they are no more
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
pilgrims on the way
the youngest lagging behind
to pick some daisies
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
from here to Denver
across the Mississippi—
the length of her stride
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the topmost branches
of a forty-foot white oak—
my childhood lookout
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the joy of walking
in places with no footprints
crow guiding my way
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
pathway pebble-clear
walking barefoot after dark
for our rendezvous
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
an old silver tray
laden with grapes and olives—
artisanal fruit
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
hibiscus blossoms—
changing their color with chalk
snitched from a schoolboy
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
August afternoon—
the way thunderheads threaten
to flood the washes
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
(extravagant)

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Sunday’s Whirligig #18

Trio

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Faithful companion,
come, let us weed the garden—
the nights grow colder.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Isolate the words
that pierce, provoke and anger—
let them starve to death.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Scrutinize each line
of Pound or Poe or Whitman
for hidden treasures.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Faithful, Isolate, Scrutinize”