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Wind
A stone-lined pathway at Wupatki National Monument, Northern Arizona
power of the wind—
reducing stones to rubble
one grain at a time
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Wind Power”
Whirling with Marge
Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “Maggid” by Marge Piercy.
~~ 1 ~~
Born of wanderers
following cracks in the earth—
this is her story.
~~ 2 ~~
under loads of straw
so heavy that they must crawl—
three peasant women
~~ 3 ~~
Who chose the desert
over fields of ripened grain?
What were they thinking?
~~ 4 ~~
wanderers with shoes
escaping Egypt by night
with untied laces
~~ 5 ~~
a child’s naughtiness—
the mother’s heart collapses
like an umbrella
~~ 6 ~~
bodies by the way
crows picking at putrid flesh—
immigrant children
~~ 7 ~~
small bones of children
wrapped in tattered white quilts
from the old country
~~ 8 ~~
abandoned treasures—
among them an old clay pot
filled with untold tales
~~ 9 ~~
Where their empty pots
are suddenly filled with bones—
tell me that story.
~~ 10 ~~
In the stinking hold
of a ship with splintered deck
they make for safety.
~~ 11 ~~
Under our pillows
a thousand new dreams open
as flowers in spring.
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 206
Safe
~~ 1 ~~
safe from prying eyes
one straight line of a love note
hidden in a book
~~ 2 ~~
safe from prying eyes
the limit of her patience
with its fraying edge
~~ 3 ~~
safe from prying eyes
a lane ensconced in shadows
somewhere in south Wales
~~ 4 ~~
safe from prying ears
the sound of wasted water
dripping down a drain
~~ 5 ~~
safe from prying eyes
all the pornographic parts
snipped and snapped and tossed
~~ 6 ~~
safe from prying eyes
forgotten case of whisky
underneath the stairs
~~ 7 ~~
safe from prying eyes
the old farmhouse east of town
where black widows weave
~~ 8 ~~
safe from prying eyes
a single grain of sugar
underneath the bowl
~~ 9 ~~
safe from prying eyes
children hidden in the reeds
near the river’s bend
~~ 10 ~~
safe from prying eyes
the way that leads from bondage
through a parting sea
~~ 11 ~~
safe from prying ears
the sound of Gaza’s mothers
weeping for their dead
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #213
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 173
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Safe from Prying Eyes”
Seeking One Ripe Plum
~~ 1 ~~
Seeking one ripe plum,
I approach the laden tree
with a grateful heart.
~~ 2 ~~
seeking one ripe plum
behind the blue pantry door—
no one has a key
~~ 3 ~~
Seeking one ripe plum
to split among my children—
each will taste a slice.
~~ 4 ~~
seeking one ripe plum
to the east of the grain field—
three crows menace me
~~ 5 ~~
seeking one ripe plum
to give to the single mom
in Apartment 3
~~ 6 ~~
Seeking one ripe plum
I scratch my head in wonder
before the gnarled tree.
~~ 7 ~~
seeking one ripe plum—
depending on the moon’s phase
I might find seven
~~ 8 ~~
seeking one ripe plum
while the player piano
rolls out tinkly tunes
~~ 9 ~~
seeking one ripe plum
for the youngest of my sons—
his birthday present
~~ 10 ~~
Seeking one ripe plum—
the glint in her eye tells me
she’ll split the bounty.
~~ 11 ~~
seeking one ripe plum
on a level garden path
wingless butterfly
~~ 12 ~~
seeking one ripe plum
while spiders attach their webs
to my eyes and ears
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #207
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Plum”
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 167
Someone
Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Someone passed this way,
hoping to find one snowflake
near a grain of sand.
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Carpe Diem: “Hando’s ‘Footprints in the Sand'”
More Carpe Diem: “Hando’s ‘Footprints in the Sand'”
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