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The Darksome Poet


What rhymes with blue erasers? Nothing that I know.
Ask the thirty thirsty pencils that live down below.
 
Perhaps the smallest pencil is longer than you think,
And knows the word you’re looking for, written in red ink.
 
I believe that snips and scraps, at least not more than three,
Can be used to slit your throat, or make poetry.
 
I know my tale has ended in a dark and somber way,
But I am a darksome poet, so what more can I say?

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #215
 
More Poetry Pantry #481 at Poets United

Brambles

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Does Moses believe
he hears a holy rumbling
among the brambles?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Penitent pilgrims
lashing themselves with brambles—
their backs bloom with blood.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Is this your tribute
to the high and holy One—
these deadly brambles?

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Sensational Haiku Wednesday: “Bramble”
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Believe, Penitent, Tribute”