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Whirling with Marge

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “Maggid” by Marge Piercy.


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Born of wanderers
following cracks in the earth—
this is her story.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
under loads of straw
so heavy that they must crawl—
three peasant women
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Who chose the desert
over fields of ripened grain?
What were they thinking?
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
wanderers with shoes
escaping Egypt by night
with untied laces
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a child’s naughtiness—
the mother’s heart collapses
like an umbrella
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
bodies by the way
crows picking at putrid flesh—
immigrant children
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
small bones of children
wrapped in tattered white quilts
from the old country
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
abandoned treasures—
among them an old clay pot
filled with untold tales
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Where their empty pots
are suddenly filled with bones—
tell me that story.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
In the stinking hold
of a ship with splintered deck
they make for safety.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Under our pillows
a thousand new dreams open
as flowers in spring.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 206

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Bits and Pieces

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~~ 1 ~~
 
A dispute with stone—
who can understand the tongue
with which granite speaks?
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Save your arguments
with wind and stone and raven
for another day.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Honoring birdsong,
the women at the river
pause between each skirt.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
At war with herself,
she plans the next great battle,
hoping she will win.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
pounding enough maize
to contrive her only meal—
one thin tortilla
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
crack in the window
rain seeping in from the storm—
a thousand questions
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
someone’s lost suitcase
lying beside the freeway
spilling shirts and socks
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
ripening breadfruit
attacked by ravenous birds
shredding twilight’s calm
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
how careful the child
licking the lollipop down
to the stiff white stick
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
parable of grace—
from a tiny mustard seed
a plant oak-tree tall
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
a fathom or two
under the Mississippi—
something sinister

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Raven

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Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument, Northern Arizona
 


Beyond the forest
a raven on the mountain
blinks, and boulders crack.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Waiting

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Old door in Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona
 


on the door a fly
waiting for the right moment
to slip through a crack

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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