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~~ 1 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
one straight line of a love note
hidden in a book
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
the limit of her patience
with its fraying edge
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
a lane ensconced in shadows
somewhere in south Wales
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
safe from prying ears
the sound of wasted water
dripping down a drain
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
all the pornographic parts
snipped and snapped and tossed
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
forgotten case of whisky
underneath the stairs
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
the old farmhouse east of town
where black widows weave
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
a single grain of sugar
underneath the bowl
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
children hidden in the reeds
near the river’s bend
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
the way that leads from bondage
through a parting sea
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
safe from prying ears
the sound of Gaza’s mothers
weeping for their dead

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Still Life

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This week’s words: flames, yearn, immeasurable, safe, inky, bend, waking, still, erode, clay, sheet, pebble
 
The first line of each haiku or senryu below is taken from Shu Ting‘s poem “The Singing Flower,” translated from the Chinese by Carolyn Kizer.
 


I return to you
at dawn when you are waking—
still your door is locked.
 
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Pounding at your door,
immeasurable horror
still clutches my heart.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Sit in the darkness—
as you brush the blue clay bowl,
bid your heart be still.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
On a speeding train
hurtling through the inky night—
be still, my wild heart.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Permit me to dream
of the things I still care about—
flames in the plum tree.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
My little basket
still holds a pebble and plum—
the plum is for you.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Your singing flower
cannot make me yearn for you—
still I will listen.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Come in the morning
when I am still ripe with sleep—
bend me to your lips.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
I reserve the right
to keep myself safe from you—
are you still amazed?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
in the barley fields
harvesters still swinging scythes—
a sheet of lightning
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
My poems travel
in orbits that erode words—
still, they can be read.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Guided by flowers,
I am still finding my way
fragrance by fragrance.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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