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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 ~~
 
day for gathering
praise in a sturdy backpack—
travel sustenance
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
above the doorbell
only a hint of darkness—
first day of summer
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
into his pocket
shoving the works of darkness
written on a scrap
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a French pastry shop
on a cobbled city street—
the lure of éclairs
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
sesame cookies—
hungry children devour them
Sunday afternoons
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
a basket of bread—
giving thanks for seven loaves
baked fresh this morning
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the map in the car
showing a tortuous way
through the wilderness
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
going the wrong way
not discerning north from south—
careless traveller
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
communion wafers—
seeking counsel on the way
from tasteless morsels
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
olives everywhere
but no wine for the thirsty—
traveller’s nightmare
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Massive olive trees—
my enemy chops them down
with his keen-edged axe.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
a full moon ago
traveller fainted at dusk—
on the road again

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #292
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #49

Departures

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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 ~~
 
a smooth departure—
bathed in early morning light
she lifts her suitcase
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Holding a suitcase
packed with troubles and sorrows
she limps down the street.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
shops lining the street—
she stops to ask one seller
the price of his plums
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
in a secret house
made of stones from the river
little nests of mice
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
searching for a house
where fiery beings shimmer
in the crevices
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
Near the kitchen door
a spray of yellow roses
brightens the cook’s day.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
into the same pot
tossing seeds and stars and stones—
old kitchen magic
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a tiny corner table
the merest squirt of mustard
to spice up her meal
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Light rakes the water
as old men reeling in fish
laugh at their good luck.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
as a dark presence
ready to strike passersby—
the coiled garden hose
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
In their narrow cells
the monks begin each morning
with prayers learned by heart.

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #291
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #48

First Whirl of February

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The first line of each breath-of-a-poem is taken from phrases found in A Year in the World by Frances Mayes.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
their morning coffee—
spring, summer, fall, and winter
taking it with cream
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
on the balcony
sharing an afternoon drink
fragrant vin rosé
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
on an envelope
one thin line of poetry
trailing to the edge
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
clutching photographs
faded ones from long ago
in her tight right hand
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a votive candle
casting a shadowy spell
in the holy place
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
through the spice bazaar
following an old woman
laden with saffron
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
open till midnight—
a sign taped to the window
restoring our hope
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
on a lamp table
two little stacks of spare change
enough for bus fare
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
from her only son
a letter written with flair—
loops and flourishes
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
a heap of rubble
where the freeway bridge once stood—
earthquake aftermath

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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