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Words in Flight

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The first line of each breath-of-a-poem is taken from The Poet Slave of Cuba: A Biography of Juan Francisco Manzano by Margarita Engle.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
whispering verses
in the sanatorium
to cure her own ills
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
No one is looking
as she hawks a gob of phlegm
into her hanky.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Nine days in a row
she walks to the barley field,
but no one is there.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
A woman running
down a precarious path
stumbles on a plum.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
ripening fruit trees
dropping rivulets of plums
to the orchard floor
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
with rooster feathers
making a watery soup
that no one will taste
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Catching words in flight,
I tuck them into a file
to read six years hence.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
in a land of heat
the sterile adulation
of the lizard’s tongue
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
for writing secrets
a handful of somber words
flicked across the page
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
a world made of wind—
how dull and uninspiring
for seekers of words

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Monday Wordle #76

Three Wisps

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carcass of the oak
the dove seems to be calling
its name night and day
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
slash of a sickle
laying low the barley stalks
this harvest morning
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
frost on the ivy
a geek in his cubicle
turns to his touch screen

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher

 
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