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They Gave Me Words to Work With


They gave me words to work with,
I knew not what to do.
The words were fried and swirling,
Lips, chicken, certain, stew.
 
I looked at my reflection,
While writing couplets down;
I looked not like a poet,
But like some silly clown.
 
The more I wrote, I hungered
To write some lasting stuff;
Then I threw my pen away
And shouted, “That’s enough!”
 
This lull in fevered writing
Will give me time to think
Of how to spread my table—
Forget the pen and ink!
 
I’m grateful that my table
Holds something that tastes sweet,
For writing leaves me famished,
And now it’s time to eat!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Lantern Festival

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lantern festival—
the empty one in her hand
giving off no light
 
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lantern festival—
certain that the others’ light
will guide her footsteps
 
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evening festival—
hillsides absorbing the light
from ten thousand lamps

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “Lantern Festival”
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Empty, Certain, Absorb”