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Dreams that Call
Do you hear the dreams that call,
Dreams your hands still hope to find?
Stand in wonder of them all,
Pillow them within your mind.
In the shell of your old life
You could stand until you die,
But it’s time to slip away
With the hawk that rides the sky.
Onward through the wind and fire!
Push yourself, do not give up!
You will find your heart’s desire
Waiting in a brimming cup.
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Faith
Winter sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
the farmer’s children—
putting their faith in his hands,
the hands that plant dreams
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Opening
Sagging wooden doors, Santa Fe, New Mexico
opening the doors
only to close them again—
house of smothered dreams
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Open/Openness”
Hardscrabble
Rusting gate on an abandoned irrigation ditch, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
hardscrabble farmer
disturbed by dreams of water
no longer flowing
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Quilt
Portion of a quilt made by “Grandma Mac,” my maternal grandmother
spirits of the quilt
wrapping her in peaceful dreams
though she sleeps alone
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Grotesqueries
Each grotesquerie begins with a phrase purloined from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist who died 17 April 2014.
~~ 1 ~~
dusty almond trees
all the fruit turns into glass
bitter little shards
~~ 2 ~~
hand-painted flowers
remnants of the midget’s dreams
tossed to the bridesmaids
~~ 3 ~~
box of dominoes—
two pieces rub each other
in just the wrong way
~~ 4 ~~
place of burial
the earth begins to settle
after three amens
~~ 5 ~~
a wicker basket
hides a broken battle axe
under cloth of gold
~~ 6 ~~
houses with zinc roofs
shattering expectations
rusting overnight
~~ 7 ~~
glass beads for macaws
flung into the April sky
snatched by hungry beaks
~~ 8 ~~
a bulging suitcase—
the clumsy woman drops it
on the railroad track
~~ 9 ~~
clocks made of carved wood
vanish just before midnight
tick again at dawn
~~ 10 ~~
invisible paths
some on land, some on sea
Moses knows the game
~~ 11 ~~
clothing left behind—
an old man without a name
tries on the trousers
~~ 12 ~~
sticks of balsa wood
listen as the cotton string
tightens on a kite
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Dreams
Woman walking home from market, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
walking home alone
through the early spring shadows
in step with her dreams
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Carpe Diem: “Dreams”
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Settling
Sundown at the ocean’s edge, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
flight of the eagle
stepping into the world of dreams—
a silent cry
settling on the succulents
the hunter’s breath at sundown
*Opening gambit © by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem
Final two lines and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Kirov
Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
perhaps a loud clap
will make the door fly open—
Ali Baba knows
~~ ~~ ~~
Mermaids Coffee Shop
dreams of Kirov in the cup
swirling wisps of steam
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Dreams
Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
dreams of the Volga
skipping over cobblestones
in Mexican time
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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