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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
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Virgin of Guadalupe on a headstone, Wellton Memorial Cemetery, Wellton, Arizona

At the journey’s end
one more weary soul takes flight—
autumn turns to ash.

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Fading ocotillo blossoms, April 2016, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California

On a lizard’s tongue
the fading scarlet blossoms
turn to dust and ash.

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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New Year’s Eve 2012 fireworks, Dublin, Ireland

against the dark sky
colorful flowers and suns—
another festival

somewhere foxes are waiting
to lap up the fireworks ash

*Opening gambit © by Chèvrefeuille
Final two lines and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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