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Observe the Maggots


 
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Observe the maggots; climb the stairs;
Smell the coffee; ignore grey hairs;
Your cup is full, you need no more—
Go forth in peace, and close the door.
 
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Enough is enough, fool on the hill;
Hush all your babbling, and just be still.
 
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The one who leaves will return,
Having seen the mountain burn,
And the crocus will rejoice
When it hears the master’s voice.
 
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Neck and neck the horses run,
Uphill, downhill, just for fun.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #173
 
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Brown-eyed girl

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 

A penny for your thoughts,
brown-eyed girl.
Can anyone grow wise
thinking only of the stars?
When shadows nestle in your hair,
becoming bent and crooked—
is that how wisdom begins?
What about the young boy
who loops himself around
the boa constrictor
and survives to tell the tale?
Will you be like him?
Will you have a tale to tell?
How will you begin?
A penny (that’s enough)
for your thoughts,
brown-eyed girl.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #124

Plotlines

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Midwinter sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase purloined from A Year in the World: Journeys of a Passionate Traveller by Frances Mayes.
 


~~ 1 ~~
 
on a yellow plate
a stack of toast tall enough
to touch the full moon
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Against a stone wall
the notes from a temple bell
cling like morning mist.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
adorned with flowers—
some scarlet, some lavender—
his daughter’s casket
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a tall limestone cross—
seven dead chrysanthemums
scattered at its base
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a few splats of rain
and her daydream is ruined—
midsummer morning
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
searching for a house
where three children play jump-rope
till the supper call
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Under an awning
the desperate lovers touch
and kiss each other.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
plotting the places
where she might run from his threats—
not enough to count
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
The man who sells forks
hides them from a group on tour—
his suspicious eyes.

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 240

Bits and Pieces

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A dispute with stone—
who can understand the tongue
with which granite speaks?
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Save your arguments
with wind and stone and raven
for another day.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Honoring birdsong,
the women at the river
pause between each skirt.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
At war with herself,
she plans the next great battle,
hoping she will win.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
pounding enough maize
to contrive her only meal—
one thin tortilla
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
crack in the window
rain seeping in from the storm—
a thousand questions
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
someone’s lost suitcase
lying beside the freeway
spilling shirts and socks
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
ripening breadfruit
attacked by ravenous birds
shredding twilight’s calm
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
how careful the child
licking the lollipop down
to the stiff white stick
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
parable of grace—
from a tiny mustard seed
a plant oak-tree tall
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
a fathom or two
under the Mississippi—
something sinister

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #246
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #1

Mercy

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Bougainvillea, Yuma Quartermaster Depot, Yuma, Arizona
 


when the lotus fails
and knowing is not enough—
the mercy of thorns

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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