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Six Takes on ‘Autumn Afternoon’


Autumn afternoon—
softly a cat mounts the steps
leading to the porch.
 
Autumn afternoon—
rows of red automobiles
mimic maple leaves.
 
Autumn afternoon—
she waters red begonias,
careful to miss none.
 
Autumn afternoon—
a man in a dirty suit
blends in with the leaves.
 
Autumn afternoon—
one stitch in the white doily
keeps unraveling.
 
Autumn afternoon—
I assist an old woman
hobbling with a cane.

 
  
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #233
 
More Poetry Pantry #495 at Poets United

When I was a girl

masked girl
A mural on a house in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


When I was a girl
I wanted to be someone’s wife,
washing his dirty clothes,
then hanging them out to dry
on leafless bamboo poles.
But the day I saw a blackbird
in the backyard bath,
its eyes aflame with fire,
I felt within my skin a stirring
to make paintings
envied by both monk and nun.
Now masked, with brush in hand,
I steal out every night
to splash the darkened city walls
with light, and then more light.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #120
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Masks”

Seeking Sugar

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~~ 1 ~~
 
last year’s ornaments
still shining in their splendor
for a few more hours—
a luxury to see them
among the pots and kettles
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Where do they come from,
these poems at break of day,
wild as mists rising
high above the balcony?
Even ravens flap away.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
brown wicker hampers
with dirty clothes poking out
spilling to the floor—
you’ve seen them in apartments
where the water’s been shut off
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Behind closed windows
someone is brewing coffee—
a curtain flutters
and dancing daydreams scatter
like a flock of frightened hens.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Even coming twice
the horses seeking sugar
do not get enough
to satisfy their hunger—
they press against the railing.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
Whose old singing voice
nestles in the empty pot
in front of the redbrick wall?

 
Tanka and haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #271
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #26