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Four Autumn Haiku


1.
autumn mystery—
the way praise spills from my heart
when the first leaf falls
 
2.
My partner dances
not with me, but with ashes—
autumn’s first hard frost.
 
3.
Doors on autumn’s hut
stand ajar—dinner simmers
on an open fire.
 
4.
Baby’s got no shame,
but he won’t tell me his name—
this cold autumn rain.


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© 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Four Aphorisms for a Time of Plague


1
Unforeseen disasters wait
Just outside the garden gate
 
2
Pity those who lose their smiles
On the heartless COVID miles.
 
3
Comfort for tormented eyes
Is what doctors all advise.
 
4
If you let your lungs get wet,
You may drown in deep regret.

 
 
Rhyming couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Ruby Tuesday Too: Heart

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A painting by Velma hangs on the wall of an Airbnb in Yuma, Arizona.
 
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Smile

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“Nuestra Señora del Refugio de los Pecadores,” artist unknown, Museo Zacatecano, Zacatecas, México
 


After seven frosts,
a smile transcending seasons
warms the coldest heart.

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Glimpse

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Sunrise in May, seen through the branches of an indigo bush (Psorothamnus fremontii) , Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


through tangled branches
a glimpse of the homeward way—
her heart skips a beat

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Glimpse

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Sunrise in May, seen through the branches of a palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


Through tangled branches
a glimpse of the homeward way
satisfies my heart.

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Odd Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
 
How far we have come
from the land of stones and thorns—
how far yet to go!
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
birth pangs at midnight
the poem in my belly
kicking to be free
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
resting for an hour
in the shadows of the pines—
river in her heart
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
morning sacrifice—
how one feather on the shore
appeases the gods
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Even a free bird
cannot sprout another wing
when one is broken.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
dragonfly
singing down the sun
one more time
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
fencepost silhouette
pressed against the western sky
spangled with new stars
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
shadowy walkway—
a beggar without a face
stretching out his hand
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Red paper lantern—
mistaking it for ripe fruit,
wrens peck at its flesh.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Near the Buddha’s feet
a lily of the valley
makes itself at home.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
a day-old doughnut
drizzled with powdered sugar
beggar’s evening feast
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
afternoon monsoon—
sinuous lines of lightning
snaking through the sky

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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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

Grains

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Globemallow (Sphaeralcea ambigua), Apache County, Arizona
 


ripened pollen grains
hiding in the mallow’s heart—
feast for bee and ant

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling with Amy

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Each vignette begins with a phrase culled from “The Kingfisher,” by Amy Clampitt.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
poetry is gone—
the miner and the farmer
clench their teeth with toil
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a downtown churchyard
where old women holding court
leer at three old men
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
A dazzled pub crawl—
what shall we give the barkeeps
for their jollity?
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
pastoral nightfall
under the crossed oak branches
a tryst by moonlight
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
ruined nunnery
celibates used to live here
now skittering mice
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
on Fifty-fifth Street
threading the intersection
with thundering heart
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
a Sunday morning
somewhere across the ocean
where no church bells toll
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
some grizzled spruce bog
where creatures keep to themselves
and no one sees them
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
seeing how his hands
go searching through the haystack
for missing needles
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
stunning tapestry
woven with thread of gold and
the blood of martyrs
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Through the long evening
one expression recurring—
“You don’t understand.”
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
among its headstones
one in the cemetery
bringing you to mind

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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