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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


A small wooden bridge—
first, we walk through the shadows,
then into the light.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

 

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First Whirl of February

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The first line of each breath-of-a-poem is taken from phrases found in A Year in the World by Frances Mayes.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
their morning coffee—
spring, summer, fall, and winter
taking it with cream
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
on the balcony
sharing an afternoon drink
fragrant vin rosé
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
on an envelope
one thin line of poetry
trailing to the edge
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
clutching photographs
faded ones from long ago
in her tight right hand
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a votive candle
casting a shadowy spell
in the holy place
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
through the spice bazaar
following an old woman
laden with saffron
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
open till midnight—
a sign taped to the window
restoring our hope
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
on a lamp table
two little stacks of spare change
enough for bus fare
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
from her only son
a letter written with flair—
loops and flourishes
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
a heap of rubble
where the freeway bridge once stood—
earthquake aftermath

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 236

Bridging

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A footbridge, Japanese Friendship Garden, Phoenix, Arizona
 


bridging the morning
with broken bits of moonbeam
splinters of the sun

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Wednesday Waters #16
 
More Carpe Diem: “Basho’s ‘Bridge of Morning'”

Fishing Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
seven fishing boats
rocking imperceptibly
in a gentle swell
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
fishing line tangles
twice around the willow limb—
Elijah returns
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
fishing through the mess
in the middle desk drawer—
pages torn from Psalms
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
fishing from the bridge
with a stolen rod and reel—
Egypt lies downstream
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
how her heart aches
fishing for compliments
that never come
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
deep-water fishing—
nothing God says in mercy
keeps Jonah on land
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
sharp prongs of lightning—
a fleet of fishing trawlers
limping back to shore
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
fishing boots with holes—
watching prophets weave and sway
limping round puddles
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
guts bloody the sink
from this morning’s fishing trip
to Lake Galilee
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #198
 
More Carpe Diem: “Fishing”
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 157