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Six Things to Ponder
Autumn afternoon—
a shaman with sagging breasts
consults the oak trees.
Freight trains rumble by
before and after midnight—
I lose hours of sleep.
Why would I follow
an overcrowded pathway
when the margins call?
ten dozen swallows
swooping over the rooftops—
antics at twilight
I draw close to you,
but you turn your back to me—
autumn solitude.
Autumn afternoon—
how can I prune the roses
with dull secateurs?
Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #287
More Writers’ Pantry #41 at Poets and Storytellers United
Words in Flight
The first line of each breath-of-a-poem is taken from The Poet Slave of Cuba: A Biography of Juan Francisco Manzano by Margarita Engle.
~~ 1 ~~
whispering verses
in the sanatorium
to cure her own ills
~~ 2 ~~
No one is looking
as she hawks a gob of phlegm
into her hanky.
~~ 3 ~~
Nine days in a row
she walks to the barley field,
but no one is there.
~~ 4 ~~
A woman running
down a precarious path
stumbles on a plum.
~~ 5 ~~
ripening fruit trees
dropping rivulets of plums
to the orchard floor
~~ 6 ~~
with rooster feathers
making a watery soup
that no one will taste
~~ 7 ~~
Catching words in flight,
I tuck them into a file
to read six years hence.
~~ 8 ~~
in a land of heat
the sterile adulation
of the lizard’s tongue
~~ 9 ~~
for writing secrets
a handful of somber words
flicked across the page
~~ 10 ~~
a world made of wind—
how dull and uninspiring
for seekers of words
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Monday Wordle #76
Imperturbable
Cholla cactus, Kofa National Wildlife Refuge, Southern Arizona
imperturbable—
even after New Year’s Eve
nothing sharp is dulled
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Carpe Diem: “Issa’s ‘New Year’s Writing'”
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