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Haibun: I Am a Gardener


Several years ago excruciating back pain kept me out of my classroom for the three days. Much can happen, not all of it good, in three days.
 
According to the biblical story of creation, green growing things appeared on Earth on the third day: “…the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind…” (Genesis 1:12).
 
I thought of my students as plants that needed to be watered with praise and nourished with kindness so that they would grow and develop. But for three days they were without water and nutrients. For three days, they had to fend for themselves.
 
Plants that have to fend for themselves often don’t thrive. Weeds may creep in and suck away essential moisture and nutrients. Careless passersby may trample delicate plants. Thieves may jump over the garden wall and steal fruit. Untoward things are bound to happen when the gardener’s away from the garden—even for three days.
 
I remember thinking: I don’t want my students to wither. I don’t want the weeds of apathy to steal their joy of learning. I don’t want their knowledge to be stolen like ripe fruit. I am a gardener. I belong in my garden.
 
Overcast morning—
a blackbird in the orchard
stealthily pecks plums.


 
 

Haibun © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Gardens”

Blackbird, O Blackbird


 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
at midnight in the garden,
who can see your wings?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
even the water trembles
when you start to sing.
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
do you prefer the cypress
over the white rose?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
how many songs overflow
from your handsome throat?
 
~~ ~~ 5 ~~ ~~
 
Blackbird, O blackbird,
tell me what I need to know
to make your path mine.
 
~~ ~~ 6 ~~ ~~
 
Blackbird, O blackbird,
I search the chapel rooftop—
will I find you there?

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #178
 
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A Quintet of Silliness


In the tundra you’ll not find
A stand of trees of any kind.
 
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A hologram is just the thing
To make the holy angels sing.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Anyone who sings at dawn
Should just shut up and be gone!
 
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No parking in the garden, no parking close to trees!
But if I cannot park there, then tell me where, O please!
 
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Touch my lips and touch my crown,
Pick me up and set me down.
Let this be your lifelong task—
Is this much too much to ask?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #170
 
More Poetry Pantry #411 at Poets United
 

Blue Monday: Garden Path

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A bright spring morning at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona


A bright blue day is the best;
It far outshines all the rest.
There’s really an art
To cheering the heart,
Something that bright days do best.
  
Photo and limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Marigolds

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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


We biked into the garden,
Where marigolds did bloom.
We thought we’d have a picnic
In this fine outdoor room.
 
We spread a checkered blanket,
Near where we laid our bikes;
We nibbled cheese, sipped some wine,
And listened to the shrikes.

 
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Bicycles”
   

Stalwart

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Garden guardian, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


stalwart garden frog
waiting for tasty morsels
to tingle his tongue

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Garden

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San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


her rooftop garden
where even shadows ripen
to a rare sweetness

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New shadows growing in rooftop pots…

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 
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On a Crumbling Wall

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Section of a mural, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


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on a crumbling wall
iridescent hummingbird
in eternal flight—
its whirring wings never stop
as it hovers for a sip
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
empty garden bench
where last night’s conversation
still lingers at dawn
patterns of loss and longing
nestling in the wooden slats
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
all things softening
as summer moves toward autumn—
even field mice seem
to dwindle into mere fluff
a child’s breath can blow away
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a cold deep pool
where she comes to bathe at dawn
dropping her silk blouse
into the dry stems and weeds
detritus of late summer
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
offering herself
as an exile from the world—
the burdock knows why,
and so does the peony
with its extravagant bloom

 
Tanka and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #312
 
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Cluttered

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


early spring twilight—
even my desert garden
is cluttered with clouds

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Frog

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Garden guardian, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


frog in the garden
waiting for tasty morsels
to tingle his tongue

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Frog”