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Haibun: Pandemic


Last year was hard—it was brutal!—as the world endured the Covid-19 pandemic. Here a mother died, there a father, and somewhere else a whole family. Some of us lost our homes, because we couldn’t work. Some of us ended up sleeping under bridges, or in fields, or in other out-of-the-way places. We were desolate. We couldn’t reach out to each other for a hug or handshake because we were in lockdown, afraid for our lives. Nothing seemed to help. And then came harbingers of hope, bearing strange names: Pfizer, Moderna, AstraZeneca—vaccines to vanquish the virus! We offered our arms for a jab, and started to look beyond our nightmare, daring to hope that our world might someday be normal again.
 

Hidden mountain stream—
see, a doe and her fawn come
for the day’s first drink!

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher 

Rhyme for a Time of Plague


Fill the tooth, fear the faces
Peering in the empty spaces.
Mix the needlepoint with mittens;
Leave unharmed the cats and kittens.
Do not be afraid of arms;
Help the farmers on their farms.
When the hay has all been stacked
And the plums in jars are packed,
Smiles will go a long, long way
Toward allaying fears, I say.

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #265
 
More Writers’ Pantry #19 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Aphorisms


 
Write your name outside the box;
Help your neighbor mend her socks.
 
If you use your white paint first,
Things will go from worse to worst.
 
Anything on page sixteen
Will remain, by Jove, unseen.
 
Sentences are like a thread
Leading to the living dead.
 
Letters written by one’s hand
Are most certain to withstand
All the ravages of time,
Quite unlike this awful rhyme.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #187
 
More Poetry Pantry #428 at Poets United

Christmas with Ted

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Each tiny poem begins with a phrase taken from “Christmas Mail” by Ted Kooser.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the plaintive bleating
of a thousand frightened sheep
after shepherds flee
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
into the distance
always following the star—
resolute Magi
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Wise men, the donkeys
with their sure feet and keen eyes
will guide your camels.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
clopping of camels
how they perform their slow dance
for the manger child
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Who chews and muses
after the right choice of hay?
Mary, do you know?
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
shuffle of sandals—
small talk before the manger,
the mother, and child
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
deep in the shadows
trembling at the presence
unwashed shepherds sweat
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
cup white as a star
no snag in the smooth surface—
she sips her latte
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
her Styrofoam cup—
as long as she clutches it,
no need to panic
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
perched on the dashboard
to help drivers in distress—
good St. Anthony
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
hint of hazelnut
in her vanilla latte—
hoping for a high
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
then a touch of myrrh
to burn the tip of her tongue
with mortality

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #232
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 192

Succor

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


One in need
turns to Lady Blue
for succor.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Blue Monday
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 143: “One, Need”
 
More Mornings with Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon