Do you hear the dreams that call,
Dreams your hands still hope to find?
Stand in wonder of them all,
Pillow them within your mind.
In the shell of your old life
You could stand until you die,
But it’s time to slip away
With the hawk that rides the sky.
Onward through the wind and fire!
Push yourself, do not give up!
You will find your heart’s desire
Waiting in a brimming cup.
More The Whirligig #294
More Writers’ Pantry #48 at Poets and Storytellers United
Bring me a poem from somewhere, bring me a poem well done.
I hope it’s about the woman, folding her shirt in the sun.
Let her be standing and watching the fox with the crooked grin,
While saying, “Nothing’s the matter that cannot be cured by sin.”
She hands her shirt to the vixen, still grinning there in the sun,
Wondering why she bothers to do work that is never done.
This is a poem from somewhere, perhaps from the watercourse,
A poem no person can sing right, only the spotted horse.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #229
Winter sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
the farmer’s children—
putting their faith in his hands,
the hands that plant dreams
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Faith”
Sacred Heart Catholic Church, Clifton, Arizona
From hands stained with grace
to those whose need is greatest,
seven blessings flow.
Poem © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Seven”
She had no idea
that merely sitting
with a book in her hands
on the bench
outside the shop
where records were sold
would be her invitation
to go elsewhere
along a way that she could
neither walk nor run—
as if she were a letter
dropped in a mailbox
sorted by a hundred hands
until at last she
reached her destination
slipped through a narrow
slot in her
lover’s front door, and
announced her presence.
Forgotten garden gloves, Rancho Los Alamitos, Long Beach, California
Yuma East Wetlands, Yuma, Arizona
Our Lady of LaVang, El Santuario de Chimayo, Chimayo, New Mexico
Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
Just before high tide,
the day after Valentine’s,
he hands her his heart.
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Haiku Horizons: “Before”
More Carpe Diem: “Alexey Andreyev’s ‘Day After Valentine’s'”