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Five Haiku with Bitter Tea


1.
how to bridge the gap
between the cricket’s chirpings—
summer conundrum
 
2.
No wonder she frets:
Her belly is full of husks
instead of sweet corn.
 
3.
the sound of ruin
roaring through the village streets—
rampaging waters
 
4.
Broken violins
play sonatas in my dreams—
winter’s brittle notes.
 
5.
I’m keeping your note:
one hundred words of protest
against summer’s heat.

 

Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Five Haiku with Tea


1.
Rainy afternoon—
a broken silk umbrella
lies in the gutter.
 
2.
How placid the cat
curled seemingly forever
in the old man’s lap!
 
3.
How satisfying
to drink clear, cool spring water
from a clean white cup!
 
4.
In darkness the hills
hold lurid conversations
with the river stones.
 
5.
Autumn advances—
the maple’s leaves turn crimson
without fuss or noise.
 

 

Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #320
 
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Five Haiku for the Frigid Season


1.
Come now, let us mourn
all things broken, chipped, and torn—
deepening winter.
 
 
2.
Winter loneliness—
who has skill enough to mend
my threadbare blue shirt?
 
 
3.
Winter drive to work—
on the bridge I see skid marks,
remnants of a crash.
 
 
4.
Itching to plant seeds,
I thumb through the catalog
that came in the mail.
 
 
5.
Bar of soap in hand,
I draw water for a bath—
midwinter pleasure.

 

Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

 

Broken

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


In broken shadows, many secrets lie.

 
 
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Space

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A field of debris, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


winter afternoon—
the space in a broken jar
filling up with sand

 
Photo and haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Tales of This and That

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Section of a well-weathered wooden wagon wheel, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
on a well-worn plank
peppers waiting to be sliced
with a keen-edge knife
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
As winter deepens,
her loneliness grows longer
in the waning light.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
From a broken plate
the homeless man is scraping
just enough to taste.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
Everything depends
on music she composes
while making mistakes.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
Death by cliff or snare—
she imagines her revenge
on him who harmed her.
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
Artists young and old,
create out of this darkness
new and dazzling light.

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Bits

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Fragment of a broken pot, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


scattered in the sand
bits of broken pottery
that no one can mend

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Promise

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Ironwood tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


rainclouds gather—
one more broken promise
in the making

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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The Miners

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gritty and filthy—
their faces at twilight
when they come home from the mine
 
one of them enters an empty house
(his wife left two months ago)
 
one of them finds
only fetid cabbage soup on the table—
not enough money for meat or milk
 
and one of them sips a bitter drink
from a mug with a broken handle
 
all three of them know
that nothing will ever be the same again—
 
the streetcar that used to stop at the corner
to carry them to the mine
(ten cents round trip)
sits rusting in the rail yard
and not even a vow to the gods
will make its wheels turn again

 

© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Broken

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Ceramic decoration left by a young visitor, reduced to potsherds, Roxaboxen Park, Yuma, Arizona
 


I thought a little paste would work,
I even tried some glue,
Hoping that my handiwork
Would hold the shards of blue.
 
But glue and paste do nothing,
As far as I can see,
To piece together something
That’s broken as can be.

 
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