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Blue Monday: Door

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Door on an abandoned building, Ajo, Arizona
 


Behind the old battered blue door
There’s emptiness, and nothing more.
Not even a mouse,
A cricket or louse
Is hiding behind the blue door.

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Bold

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


A woman (or so I am told)
Decided to be very bold.
She walked through a door,
Kept walking some more—
And all of her dreams turned to gold!

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Tsunami

Georgian doors, Sandycove
Doors in Sandycove, County Dublin, Ireland
 


evening tsunami
surging behind the red door—
a woman, her man

 
Haiku © 2017 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 

Spilling

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January sunrise, Yuma County, Arizona
 


Tenth day of the year—
the door of heaven opens,
spilling out fresh light.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Hyperbole

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A section of a church bookshelf

 
Many years ago I was invited to teach an adult Sunday school class. I read the text that we were supposed to discuss, the words of Jesus from Luke 14:26: “If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple.”
 
“This is an example of hyperbole,” I said. “Jesus is exaggerating for the sake of emphasis. He doesn’t really expect you to hate those who are near and dear to you.”
 
Willard bristled at my statement. “My Bible says that you have to hate them,” he said.
 
“It’s a figure of speech,” I countered. “Can you follow Jesus and hate your wife?”
 
“It’s not a figure of speech,” Willard insisted. “It says hate and it means hate.”
 
The rest of the class grew increasingly uneasy as Willard and I traded verbal blows.
 
At last I said, “I guess we’re just going to have to agree to disagree.” And I moved on.

 


one way to the light
goes through the house of darkness—
I open the door

 
Haibun and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Beginning

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A door in Zacatecas, México
 


The dreamer’s front door
opens of its own accord—
a journey begins.

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Door

Battered door
 
San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


an old wooden door
needing a fresh coat of paint
wears cobwebs instead

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Teatime

Blue door
San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


Behind the blue door
two friends sip tea together—
the tinkling of spoons.

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Door

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Weathered door, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


from under the door
a harp’s labored strains leaking
onto the sidewalk
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
haphazard music
sounding behind the closed door—
tuba, harp and drums
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
noxious vapors flee
at the sound of harp and lyre—
the old door trembles

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Rainless

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Old wooden door, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


Whenever I travel to Mexico, I look for interesting doors, so Richard Wright’s haiku speaks to me:

 

Quickly vanishing,
The first drops of summer rain
On an old wood door.

 
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on an old wood door
the sorrows of rainless days
brushed in shades of blue

 
Haiku in bold and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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