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Summer


Summer
drew us away
from grief at dusk
as a courteous host
draws his guest
into the light
offering drinks
dinner
and conversation.
Who would want
to escape
such grace?
Only a moth
perhaps
with a broken wing.

 
 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #291
 
More Writers’ Pantry #45 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Great Is the Grief of the Grapes


How can the grapes endure such grief?
What forgotten strength contained within
their skins must they summon,
now that the pickers have come with shears
to fill their empty baskets?
They must be aching,
knowing they’ll be tossed in the press
that will crush every drop of life from them.
There’s nothing subtle about destruction.
It doesn’t steal over you
like the fleeting shadow of a wren at twilight,
but lands like a stone on a toe.
Great is the grief of the grapes!

 
  

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #241
 
More Pantry of Poetry and Prose #5 at Poets United

 

Haibun: Grief Work


My grief over my father’s death has become my life’s work. Some days I drink from a bitter cup. Other days I choose to spread my bread with honey. And sometimes I lay myself down on the anvil of sorrows and let the hammer fall, shaping me as it will. Sheer stubbornness drives me to try to understand why a tear leans into the wind, hoping to dry itself; or why the dead enter our world saying nothing, giving neither comfort nor counsel, but simply watching and waiting. So far, I have failed in my quest, but I will not quit. Stubbornness, remember?

Walking through the woods
on an autumn afternoon—
this is song enough.

 
  

Haibun © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #239
 
More Pantry of Poetry and Prose #3 at Poets United

A Way Out

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Debris floats in a backyard fountain.

 

Trying to breathe in this place,
close to the source of my grief,
while coins thrown in the wishing well
are glimmering and turning—
such madness!
I feel my right foot slip, and then my left,
something tightens in my chest.
Be still, my heart!
You will find a way out!

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Macro Monday 2
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #94
   
More Poetry Pantry #336 at Poets United

Displays

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


no neutrality
in these riotous displays
of grief and mourning

 
 
Poem and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Neutrality”

Note

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San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


a birthday party
in the street behind the wall—
one thin note of grief

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Birthdays”

Garden

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


autumn leaves entwined
round a memorial cross—
this garden of grief

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem
 
More Our World Tuesday

Aurora

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Chapel of Santo Niño de Atocha, Chimayo, New Mexico
 


sorrowing mother—
a bright aurora of grief
stains the northern sky
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
What can blunt the grief
of mothers losing their sons
to ravenous graves?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Grappling with her grief,
her world spins out of control—
perhaps she is drunk.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
mother of the dead
lethargic in her sorrow
morning bread unbaked

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “Northern Lights”
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Blunt, Drunk, Lethargic”

 
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon: Day 10

Three Sparks

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Dying spark of hope—
melancholy settles in,
nibbling at my soul.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
So many stories
begin with a spark of grief—
Tolstoy understands.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
I dream of the one
whose basket is filled with sparks
gathered from the hearth.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Sunday Scribblings: “Spark”

Rebozo

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A frisson of grief—
even the black rebozo
cannot warm her bones.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More September Heights 2013: “Black”