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Unpacking the Caskets


someone unpacked the caskets
at the cemetery
and laid the bodies face-up
on the lawn
where they now lie
as though they were sleeping
 
tomorrow the gardeners
who know the ropes
will be mowing around the bodies
and then they will desert them
for a body should not be
out of its box
 
these are the rules
nothing has changed
from the beginning
when people first buried their dead

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Sunday’s Whirligig #158
   
More Poetry Pantry #400 at Poets United

Boxes

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Old fruit boxes, Southern Arizona
 


shaping a poem
to fit inside a fruit box—
essence of apples

 

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Haiku Horizons: “Shape”

Inspiration

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Public pay telephone, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


inspiration rings
just outside the sculptor’s house—
blue telephone box

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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More Carpe Diem: “Sculptor”

A Whiff of Christmas

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This week’s Sunday Whirl words: fix, apart, snatch, cover, pair, angel, waves, simple, box, clay, lies, moon
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Fix the broken tale,
tinkering with every word
till it sings again.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Apart from her dreams
she becomes a flightless wren,
her left wing broken.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Snatch five minutes’ rest
and then resume your journey—
night is coming on.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Cover your eyes, child,
things too terrible to see
lie in wait for you.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Pair the figs and grapes—
ambrosial delectations
for our Christmas feast.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
angel in the snow—
some child left it there today—
solace for the stars
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
waves of autumn rain
pommelling the pear orchard
the last withered leaf
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
simple the questions
convoluted the answers—
house wren weaves her nest
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
box of stale cookies
dusty on the pantry shelf—
Christmas long ago
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
clay Christmas angel
tumbling to the blue tile floor—
one unbroken wing
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
lies at Christmastide
separating wheat from chaff
Herculean task
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
Moon on Christmas night—
the Magi and the shepherds
look in vain for signs.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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