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The Darksome Poet


What rhymes with blue erasers? Nothing that I know.
Ask the thirty thirsty pencils that live down below.
 
Perhaps the smallest pencil is longer than you think,
And knows the word you’re looking for, written in red ink.
 
I believe that snips and scraps, at least not more than three,
Can be used to slit your throat, or make poetry.
 
I know my tale has ended in a dark and somber way,
But I am a darksome poet, so what more can I say?

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #215
 
More Poetry Pantry #481 at Poets United

Letter

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Underneath an ironwood tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 

an endless letter
written from daylight to dusk
in shadowy ink

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Signs and Wonders

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~~ 1 ~~
 
an old leather purse
abandoned by the roadside
now the mouse’s home
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a pot of black ink
to welcome the empty pen
for one more comma
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
the clip in her hair
holding every strand in place—
blast of April wind
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
spreading coffee stain
turning a white tablecloth
the color of dust
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
lying in the shade
of a spreading live oak tree
the naked lovers
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
on the old whore’s mouth
iridescent pink lipstick—
her seductive moue
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
turbulent weather
brewing in the house next door
their angry voices
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
dissonant voices—
gleaners in the barley field
squabbling over grain
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
on the blue velour
a dozen signs and wonders
none of them explained
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
diaphanous veil
shrouding an empty doorway—
the flyspecked fabric
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Why every grass blade
is mottled with rusty specks
the grasshoppers know.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
winter solitude—
closing the white lace curtains
to the raging storm

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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