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Vases Made of Mud


Vases made of mud must pass
Quickly through the looking-glass;
They are bouncing with the strain.
The white pitcher groans again
In a rhythm dark and deep
Of a work that will not keep
Till your dallying is done.
See, bright smears of morning sun
Lie heavy on the table!
Sing of them, if you’re able,
Though your tongue may clang like brass—
Do not let this moment pass!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Hummingbird Country

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Barrel cactus fruit, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 

We live in hummingbird country.
We know how to survive.
Like tiny creatures
flitting here and sipping there,
we scan the sky.
Storm clouds hang heavy in the west,
where thunder is heard.
Can anything good come from thunder
or the burden that both of us bear?
You compare your pain to mine
to see whose is greater.
You say that the doctor’s poking
and prodding was not proper,
because it stirred up something inside you—
a storm that may destroy you.
But aren’t we stronger than storms?
We live in hummingbird country.
We know how to survive.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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January Whirl

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~~ 1 ~~
 
casting my anchor
in some faraway harbor—
perhaps Rotterdam
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
winter’s first full moon
keeping her awake for hours
in her lumpy bed
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
a buffeting wind—
three fragile little sparrows
fight to stay aloft
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
raising her wineglass
at her lonely sojourn’s end
among the living
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
first dream of the year
mulberry tree near the gate
heavy with new fruit
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
sudden gust of wind—
three facts fly out the window
landing in the street
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
action, inaction—
even the undertaker
stops to eye the wound
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
breaking the needle
so she will not be able
to get her next fix
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
a scathing letter
sent from a neighboring state
ten cents postage due
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
her favorite team
tasting defeat once again—
winter’s first full moon
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
willing to risk all
for the sake of one blossom—
gardener in spring
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
hit with aftershocks
from shifting tectonic plates
an old house crumbles

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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