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Six Ways of Blackbird

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A cactus wren made of wood, mounted on particle board used to cover a window, Ajo, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
late winter morning—
blackbird surveys his domain
from a chimney top
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
In weakness and woe
a weary pilgrim wanders,
blackbird at her side.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
Blackbird on the wing
hears the hapless harlot’s cry
as her night begins.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
A blackbird ignores
the blasts and blights of fortune
as she builds her nest.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
a trickle of blood
from the blackbird’s open beak—
early morning crash
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
a curse and a cry—
and the blackbird disappears
for another year
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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A Thorn in the Flesh

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a thorn in the flesh—
blood from the sudden puncture
trickling down her leg
 
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a thorn in the flesh—
how it will cripple her soul
is anyone’s guess
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
a thorn in her flesh—
something numinous lurking
in the painful wound

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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One More Whirl with Basho

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Each haiku or senryu begins with a phrase culled from Basho: The Complete Haiku.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the lingering moon
tests my patience this evening—
my room is too small
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
in a rice paddy
your words coming to fullness
with the harvest moon
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
fading temple bell
the seeker’s anxiety
slips into silence
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the smell of young grass
untainted by blood and gore
this April morning
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
four gates and four sects
one of them the hospital
at the ocean’s edge
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
to the wooden clogs
in the center of the court
setting up a shrine
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
still served with flowers
rosettes of orange Jell-O
blooming in my bowl
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
how pleasurable
holding three words on my tongue
until they mingle
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the lay-monk’s thinness—
we know he won’t be with us
after the first frost
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
snow-covered mountains
sharing a meal together
fifty miles away
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
first wintry shower—
fluff from shattered milkweed pods
drifting from the north
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
an early winter
beggars pester passersby
for a few spare coins

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Trio

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liberated leaves
falling to the forest floor—
first frost of autumn
 
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muddy from the storm—
sacred threads and marigolds
in the temple court
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
deep in the forest
vicious creatures slavering
for a taste of blood

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “Forest”
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Liberated, Muddy, Vicious”
 
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Sacred Threads and Marigolds”

Whirling with Walt

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The first line of each three-line snippet comes from “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the eyes of the dead,
blind to beauty and blessing,
staring at nothing
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
knowing the perfect
candle to banish darkness—
only damp matches
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
eddies of the wind
on a mission for the storm
rising in the west
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
The shelves are crowded
with things simple and complex—
have you need of more?
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
choosing a safe spot,
perhaps your arms for the night,
before moving on
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
She owns the fine house
at the tip of the cape, where
no one is welcome.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
on the granite floor
rivers of fresh blood flowing
from the killing spree
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
In the little wells
where the prairie meets the hill,
blind creatures huddle.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
with me on the grass
seven ragged musicians
playing haunting tunes
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Leaving me baskets
filled with ripe apples and rain,
she slips out to sea.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
The little one sleeps,
caring nothing for the ghosts
that would torment her.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
Stall in the market—
an image of St. Joseph
stirs among the spoons.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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