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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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An Ernest Whirl

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Each little breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase purloined from A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
stretch of river bank
near the precipitous cliff—
her quavering heart
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a bleak, windy stretch
with nothing to sustain her
but some cheap red wine
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
this cold afternoon
even the pigeons stutter
as they try to coo
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Even the false spring
baffles the chestnut seller
on the rue Ampère.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
pitiful old man
pushing a rickety cart
filled with rotting grapes
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
crowded market street—
her longing for fresh scallions
draws her to one stall
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
all of the sadness
leaking into her old bones
with the autumn rain
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
in the clear sharp wind
crows practising a language
to mock passersby
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
a cold windswept street—
running down a flight of stairs
to meet her lover
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
saddest part of town—
the absence of a taxi
to whisk her away
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the public bathhouse—
through a rift in the west wall
old men ogling her

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Quirky Quartet

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~~ 1 ~~
 
drilled into the cliff
six holes filled with misfortunes
borrowed from the trolls
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a wish, a whistle,
a pit in which to drink ale—
chimneyside dreaming
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
porcelain habits
shatter into deadly shards—
caveat emptor
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Split the percale sheet,
rip out the mattress stuffing—
darkness comes at noon.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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