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Bones

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“Bones” of a long-dead saguaro cactus, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Desiccated bones—
noisy crow on the mountain,
let them rest in peace!

 
Photo and haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Desert Family

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Detail from a mosaic on a community wall, Ajo, Arizona
 


We’re a desert family,
We know the ways of stones,
Cactus wrens and rattlesnakes—
The desert’s in our bones.
 
To snatch us from the desert
Would make our poor hearts ache,
For desert-dwellers cannot thrive
Beside an azure lake.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Shattered

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In the foreground, a dead saguaro cactus; in the background, a palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Even shattered things
still cradle wondrous music
deep within their bones.

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Gates

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Clifton, Arizona
 


sagging gates—
behind them a dog
worries bones

 

Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Kneading

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Shattered saguaro cacti, Sonoran Desert, Maricopa County, Arizona
 

afternoon sunshine
kneading old saguaro bones—
distant is the plum

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Tanka Time

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Of this week’s dozen words I have used: bones, river, teeth, reveal, emerge, reel
 


~~ 1 ~~
 
In the wilderness
the ancient tree women sing
with fire in their bones—
ravens joining the chorus
cannot quench the fierce burning.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
resting for an hour
in the shadows of the pines—
river in her heart
flowing toward restoration
flowing away from despair
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Hurry, they are here,
the ones you have waited for,
teeth sharp, eyes aglow,
disguised as clowns and donkeys,
but eager to devour you.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
secrets of the moth
revealed in graphic detail—
the old druid sings
and in his singing new wings
form between his broken teeth
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Fishing from the bridge
with a stolen rod and reel—
Egypt lies downstream
where ten thousand hapless souls
still wait for deliverance.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
God of the kitchen,
may nothing dreadful emerge
from my pots and pans,
but only savory things,
filled with the spice of wonder.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling with Marge

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “Maggid” by Marge Piercy.


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Born of wanderers
following cracks in the earth—
this is her story.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
under loads of straw
so heavy that they must crawl—
three peasant women
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Who chose the desert
over fields of ripened grain?
What were they thinking?
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
wanderers with shoes
escaping Egypt by night
with untied laces
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a child’s naughtiness—
the mother’s heart collapses
like an umbrella
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
bodies by the way
crows picking at putrid flesh—
immigrant children
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
small bones of children
wrapped in tattered white quilts
from the old country
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
abandoned treasures—
among them an old clay pot
filled with untold tales
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Where their empty pots
are suddenly filled with bones—
tell me that story.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
In the stinking hold
of a ship with splintered deck
they make for safety.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Under our pillows
a thousand new dreams open
as flowers in spring.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Bones

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Discarded catfish carcass, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


howling wind—
an autumn note within
the bamboo flute


even catfish bones
quiver at the sound

 
*Opening gambit © by Kala Ramesh
 
Final two lines and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Pine

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Shattered pine tree, Valles Caldera National Preserve, northern New Mexico
 


its broken old bones
hosting ten thousand vermin—
lonely mountain pine

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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An Ernest Whirl

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Each little breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase purloined from A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
stretch of river bank
near the precipitous cliff—
her quavering heart
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a bleak, windy stretch
with nothing to sustain her
but some cheap red wine
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
this cold afternoon
even the pigeons stutter
as they try to coo
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Even the false spring
baffles the chestnut seller
on the rue Ampère.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
pitiful old man
pushing a rickety cart
filled with rotting grapes
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
crowded market street—
her longing for fresh scallions
draws her to one stall
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
all of the sadness
leaking into her old bones
with the autumn rain
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
in the clear sharp wind
crows practising a language
to mock passersby
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
a cold windswept street—
running down a flight of stairs
to meet her lover
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
saddest part of town—
the absence of a taxi
to whisk her away
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the public bathhouse—
through a rift in the west wall
old men ogling her

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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