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Flee From the Kitchen


Flee from the kitchen, live on the porch;
August is glowing hot as a torch.
Cover yourself with rags or with strips,
Drink from a bucket, smacking your lips.
Dream of crisp apples, cinnamon toast,
A knife too dull to carve Sunday’s roast.
As the Earth turns and takes you along,
Make up a ditty, sing a new song!

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #280
 
More Writers’ Pantry #34 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Ask the Bucket


Ask the bucket what it knows;
Ask the water where it flows.
Call the fish forth from the stream;
Call the widow from her dream.
 
Tap the teapot, swirl the tea;
Tap the night dreams, flowing free.
Wash the dishes, light the lamp;
Wash your face, but leave it damp.
 
Climb the stairs up to the roof,
Climb, because you need no proof
That your life’s about to end—
Ah, I wish you well, my friend!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #180
 
More Poetry Pantry #421 at Poets United

Battered

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Battered blue bucket at the ruins, El Charco del Ingenio conservation area, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


Battered blue bucket—
how long until a tinker
comes to plug the holes?
 
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Battered things abound in this world.

 
More Blue Monday
 
More Six-Word Saturday
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
 
More Carpe Diem: “Basho’s ‘How Long'”