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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

 

Field of Strange Surprises


In a field of strange surprises, one chipped cup appears;
Yellow roses near the lip have faded with the years.
 
A clothesline pinned with tables, along with rusty tools,
Earns heaps of raw derision from mouths of Sunday fools.
 
They say the world is flooding and seas are black with ink.
But who knows what the truth is, and who knows what to think?
 
The end of time’s upon us, and dust coats every shelf.
But what’s the use of cleaning? Just leave that to the elf.

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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