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No Saddle


gazing at the text
from her lover far away—
a taste of honey
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
stifling afternoon
without the cooling breezes
she was hoping for
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Sweltering June day—
the old abbot stubs his toe
near the temple gate.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
nursing home at dusk—
the glint in her eyes dimming
as she sees the end
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
no saddle, no reins
on the untamed horse called death—
her wild ride forward

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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I have come to gaze

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The remains of an old house near the shores of Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona
 
 

I have come to gaze
on the clover and milkweed.
They are thick this month;
great drifts of leaves and stems
flare up
around the foundation
of the old farmhouse,
where something tiny
glitters on a stone.
The midday sun
is hot enough
to parch or melt
the thing that glitters,
and if it perishes,
who will keen for it?

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Another Whirl with Solomon

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Each tiny poem begins with a line from Chapter 2 of “Song of Solomon,” taken from the King James Bible.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the singing of birds
gathering worms for their chicks
in the hidden nests
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the rain is over
for seven years and a day—
empty husks rattle
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
upon the mountains
a rich harvest of pollen
from the cedar trees
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
voice of the turtle
bent and broken with sorrow
as it plods along
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the little foxes
able to fend for themselves
but choosing not to
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the winter is past—
a breeze rising from the south
coaxes seeds to sprout
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
shadows flee away
leaving darkness in their wake
on the barren plain
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
among the lilies
scattered patches of hoarfrost—
summer comes too soon
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
among the lilies
the skin of an animal
taken by surprise
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
the secret places—
how alluring their splendor
to famished spirits
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the banqueting house
where secular debates rage
over cups of wine
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
lily among thorns—
to all who gaze upon it,
enchanting its ways

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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