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The Cat’s Wisdom: A Haibun of Imagination


Yesterday at noon, when I opened my kitchen window, I looked out toward the clothesline, and saw the neighbor’s scruffy cat. “So, you’ve finally decided to wake up,” I said with a laugh. Instead of purring, the cat began snarling at me. It had my full attention! An intimate talk followed, although I will not tell you what was said. That moment stays between the cat and me, and I will hold onto it forever. Meanwhile, I’ve decided to listen. If anything can keep me from seeking the cat’s wisdom again, then I don’t deserve to hear its voice.


Fog envelops me,
yet I keep moving forward
on the unseen way.

 

Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #256
 
More Writers’ Pantry #10 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Autumn ‘Firsts’


Throughout the woodlands
dry cedars snap like matchsticks—
first loss of autumn.
 
Fear gripping his heart,
a wayfarer hurries on—
first clouds of autumn.
 
Autumn’s first full moon—
I catch glimpses of fairies
dancing in the moss.
 
On the garden path
I keep stumbling on pebbles—
autumn’s first thick mist.
 
In the dwindling light,
what is there to sing about?
First rain of autumn…
 
seeming far away
my childhood and its wonders—
autumn’s first cold snap

 
  
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #234
  
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon

It’s Winter, My Love

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A desert family enjoys the cool December weather in this mosaic on a wall in Ajo, Arizona.
 


It’s winter, my love, keep playing the bones!
Stars o’er the valley are singing to stones.
Keep yourself limber, and shrug off the cold.
Summon your courage, and learn to be bold—
Bold in the barnyard, and bold in the dome,
Bold when you’re far, far away from your home.
I’ll end my song here, and hope that you find
That most folks are true, and loving, and kind.


 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Another Baja Whirl

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from The Forgotten Peninsula: A Naturalist in Baja California by Joseph Wood Krutch


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Saints and mysteries
will keep any plague at bay
for an hour or two.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
near my own front door
the blasphemy of a clown
making oaks tremble
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
From the burning wood
a whole tale of woe is born—
my house turns to ash.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
deserted village—
the deck of the grandest house
crumbling into dust
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the northwest corner
where all the temple monkeys
chatter morning prayers
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
peach tree in full bloom—
she savors the sweet, ripe fruit
five months from today
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
a wizard’s garden—
his rustling among the herbs
till he plucks one leaf
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
to travel southward
where the hills are dry and brown—
the pilgrim’s longing
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the caressing warmth
of a single tear flowing
down her furrowed cheek

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 203

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
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #219
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 179