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Uncommon Questions


What do night, an owl, and a rose
have in common?
Do the birds know what caused
the sun to rise this morning?
If you found the caws of crows
in an oak tree,
would you leave them there
or put them in your pocket?
Why are you perched in the oak,
ready to flee?

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #133
   
More Poetry Pantry #375 at Poets United

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Books

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A boulder surrounded by birdsong in a remote location, Apache County, Arizona
 


Some books I found in passing
Contained disturbing words:
The end is near, they seemed to say,
Pay heed to stones and birds;
 
For in this warming climate,
Where things are changing fast,
Not even stones and blackbirds
Have stamina to last.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Books”
 

Teacher

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A tuft of feathers, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


Planets lose their way,
birds and flowers turn to dust—
the old teacher weeps.

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Teaching”

The Probability

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the probability
 
that she will be sleeping
 
when he comes
 
to bring her coffee
 
bleached white with powder
 
instead of cream
 
is great
 
he sees her lying there
 
in an impossible heap
 
of bones
 
her skin
 
stretched tight over her skull
 
and he wonders
 
if even as she sleeps
 
she can hear the birds singing
 
just outside the window
 
or the sound the bricks make
 
as they shift uneasily
 
in their bed of mortar
 
causing a startled raven
 
to slam against the house

 

Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #297
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #54

Suicide Note

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She scribbles her suicide note with fervor,
envisioning birds and thorns, and her
arrival at a crossroads in the night.
She tells of a thread, stitching
rose and crocus and
chrysanthemum together in a
crazy-quilt of seasons out of joint.
She sings of a great horned owl
with the shine of moonlight
in its left eye, but not its right.
She curses the mud
from whose ravenous sucking
not even the strongest foot
can pull free. Then,
in mid-sentence

 

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #226
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 186

Creatures Great and Small

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curious weaving—
two whales swimming side by side
in the tapestry
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
inevitable—
the birds that followed Jesus
pecking at my eyes
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
wary and alert
two flies meeting for breakfast
in the sugar bowl

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Curious, Inevitable, Wary”

Teacher

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The old teacher weeps—
birds and flowers turn to dust,
planets lose their way.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More September Heights 2013: “Teacher”