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The Apartment: a Fictional Haibun


Until I rented this apartment (pink flamingos flank the door!), I had to walk up three long flights of stairs. Now I’m on the ground floor, and even have a little kitchen garden, where I grow basil, chives, and parsley. I’ve squeezed in one tomato plant and one pepper. After supper each night, I set aside my sorrows (who knew that life could be so difficult?), and pore over maps of far-off places, dreaming of cruises that last for years, not weeks. Could there be a better way to spend my twilight days?

 

Burn down, white candle,
veer off course, distant planets—
my wineglass is full!

 
  

Haibun © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #231
 
More Poetry Pantry #493 at Poets United

Christmas with Ted

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Each tiny poem begins with a phrase taken from “Christmas Mail” by Ted Kooser.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the plaintive bleating
of a thousand frightened sheep
after shepherds flee
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
into the distance
always following the star—
resolute Magi
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Wise men, the donkeys
with their sure feet and keen eyes
will guide your camels.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
clopping of camels
how they perform their slow dance
for the manger child
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Who chews and muses
after the right choice of hay?
Mary, do you know?
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
shuffle of sandals—
small talk before the manger,
the mother, and child
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
deep in the shadows
trembling at the presence
unwashed shepherds sweat
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
cup white as a star
no snag in the smooth surface—
she sips her latte
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
her Styrofoam cup—
as long as she clutches it,
no need to panic
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
perched on the dashboard
to help drivers in distress—
good St. Anthony
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
hint of hazelnut
in her vanilla latte—
hoping for a high
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
then a touch of myrrh
to burn the tip of her tongue
with mortality

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #232
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 192

Whirling with Galway

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Each of the following haiku begins with a line purloined from “The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students” by the American poet Galway Kinnell, who died on 28 October.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
clinical sonnets—
jaded women read aloud
from glowing Kindles
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
sending back to you
the smug, self-satisfied look
you gave me last night
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
trying to guess which
way the Holy One went when
he fled Birkenau
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
In the mildest words
lurks a cold, grey rain aimed at
sundering lovers.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
snapshots of yourself
standing on the battlements
of the Alamo
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
to the sagging breast
even high-noon sun seems cold
on the nudist beach
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
neat-scripted letters
in a pornographic tongue—
time to slash and burn

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #225
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 185

Over the Coffin

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Over the coffin
three wizened hags burn incense—
long dead is their queen.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
over the coffin
a pall the hue of sunset—
army widow keens
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
over the coffin
no moral judgments uttered
by the grieving band

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Over the Coffin”
 
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