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Wind

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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”

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Whirling with Marge

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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

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~~ 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

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~~ 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

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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'”