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Release the Horses
Release the horses into the deep,
Water the foxes until they sleep.
Necks of the foxes? Smell them with fear!
Horses’ hooves pounding? Get out of here!
Things that you’ve owned? Not destined to stay!
Things that you cherish? Fading away!
Sending this quickly, only one time—
May you find truth somewhere in this rhyme.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #237
More Poetry Pantry #498 at Poets United
Sorrows
La Virgen de Guadalupe guarding a headstone, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
from the deep waters
drawing yet another draught—
the well of sorrows
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Twelve Days of Mary
Four Tanka
~~ 1 ~~
Sing me a riddle:
How many crooked pathways
make a journey whole?
How much food for sustenance
will you need on the long walk?
~~ 2 ~~
Making no progress
while trying to navigate
her soul’s deep waters,
she struggles to breathe slowly
to conserve her energy.
~~ 3 ~~
Murmuring prayers
that could double as weapons,
a renegade priest
transforms wine into water—
his convoluted world view.
~~ 4 ~~
Run to the orchard!
It is time to name the fruit
clinging to the trees,
and to pick the juiciest
with your deft and practiced hand.
Tanka © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 221
Twice-Told Tales
~~ 1 ~~
breeze beneath the stars
making prairie grasses prance—
mustangs on the move
~~ 2 ~~
the icy river
where she comes to bathe at dawn—
falling kimono
~~ 3 ~~
a skein left behind
after the wrathful weaver
abandons his work
~~ 4 ~~
on her back porch bowls
filled with drifting lakes of cream—
treats for feral cats
~~ 5 ~~
a thorn at the end
of the long-stem yellow rose
piercing her fingers
~~ 6 ~~
To the forest glade
two women come at midnight,
shattering the peace.
~~ 7 ~~
As the raven flies
over shady canyon lands—
the sound of weeping.
~~ 8 ~~
desert oasis—
from deep within the waters
the thrumming of psalms
~~ 9 ~~
three cups of coffee
as they loll through the morning—
afterglow of love
~~ 10 ~~
dialing the number
of the taxi cab service—
journey into night
~~ 11 ~~
a wicker hamper
with dirty clothes poking out
spilling to the floor
~~ 12 ~~
a month of blog posts
scheduled for publication
before she checks out
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #260
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