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I Am a Poem

I am a poem.
A poem that says it needs to be famous,
but busies itself with mundane work.
A poem that sometimes acts as if it were on stage,
but usually cowers in the bedroom closet.
A poem that defies gravity like a trapeze artist swinging
through space, only to find no place to land.
A poem that wants to attend the School of Extraordinary Feats,
but after graduating would not know how to apply what
it has learned to ordinary life.
Who would read a poem like that?

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #319
More Writers’ Pantry #71 at Poets and Storytellers United



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Abandoned house, Yuma County, Arizona

The bedroom of my childhood
Now shelters only mice;
The little house, neglected,
Long, long ago looked nice.
On weekends I still go there,
But only in my mind,
For memory now serves me
In ways both true and kind.

Poem © 2017 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Nostalgia”


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Securely locked door, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

padlock on the door
shutting me out for the night—
my bedroom the street

Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Macro Monday 2
More Carpe Diem: “Inspired by Kikaku”