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Vignettes
1.
Standing in the sand,
we argued with the seagulls
and railed at the wind.
2.
A loud cry at dusk—
strange that you’re so far away
with danger so near.
3.
a disturbing sound
not unlike the whir of wings
or the soughing wind
4.
I lift the fence wire,
avoiding the rusty barbs—
my path lies ahead.
5.
Talking to the dead
is like going to the beach
without a towel.
6.
We fill summer’s cup,
sucking sap from willow trees,
calling it our wine.
Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #333
More Writers’ Pantry #85 at Poets and Storytellers United
More The Whirligig #333
More Writers’ Pantry #85 at Poets and Storytellers United
Summer
Summer
drew us away
from grief at dusk
as a courteous host
draws his guest
into the light
offering drinks
dinner
and conversation.
Who would want
to escape
such grace?
Only a moth
perhaps
with a broken wing.
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #291
More Writers’ Pantry #45 at Poets and Storytellers United
More The Whirligig #291
More Writers’ Pantry #45 at Poets and Storytellers United
Dusk
Haiku My Heart
Sunset over a pond at a golf resort, Yuma County, Arizona
onto the fairway
evensong spills from a pond—
golf resort at dusk
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Lovers of small words and small poems usually gather each Friday with Rebecca at Recuerda Mi Corazon to share their haiku. However, because Rebecca is in San Miguel de Allende, we will gather here today. Welcome!
Stumbling
Fence at dusk, Temecula, California
stumbling home at dusk—
perhaps along the fence line
a sunflower blooms
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Kimono
Salt cedar at dusk, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
her old kimono
tattered by a thousand winds
still glowing at dusk
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Letter
Underneath an ironwood tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
an endless letter
written from daylight to dusk
in shadowy ink
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Keening
Wellton Memorial Cemetery, Wellton, Arizona
three sighs to sundown
and the full pink moon’s blooming—
cemetery blues
the keening of doves at dusk
and on the cusp of morning
Text © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Glow
Palo verde trees in bloom as shadows lengthen, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona, March 2015
“Let your colors out,”
the sky says to the desert,
“let your colors out.”
~~ ~~ ~~
Even at dusk the blossoms glow.
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Failing
Beginning of dusk, November, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
finale
the failing daylight
then nightfall
~~ ~~ ~~
fiery prelude
to dusk on distant mountains—
pilgrim presses on
~~ ~~ ~~
Sonoran Desert—
notorious for its light
rising and falling
~~ ~~ ~~
Singing toxic songs,
the lurking desert creatures
welcome one more dusk.
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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