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Love in 5-7-5 Time

whatever you love
cuts you like a knife, carving
canyons in your flesh
someone who loves you
washes away everything
you thought essential
ceaseless floods of love
grind your soul’s granite to silt
washing it downstream
layer by layer
what’s inside you is revealed
by your lover’s art


© 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Love Gave Up

Dark and light spoke fragrant things,
Gardens gathered strength by night;
Love, though fragile, sprouted wings,
Crying out as it took flight.
Fighting chance? Oh, love had none!
Hearing that a storm would pass,
Blotting out the noonday sun,
Love gave up—alack! alas!

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #227
More Poetry Pantry #490 at Poets United

After the Party

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A table decoration lies aslant after a sweetheart dinner at an Arizona church.

After the party where love was the theme,
After dessert (it was peaches and cream),
After sweet songs of romance filled the air,
How glad I am, love, that this life we share!

Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Love”

It’s Winter, My Love

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

One thing I ask

One thing I ask:
that I might know true love
before I have no strength,
and the undertaker measures
how long I am, my length,
for the coffin he’s prepared,
from which my waxen face
will stare at those who pass.
Is this desire wrong?
Am I a fool to ask?
It makes me rich to think of love—
thus, I write my song.


Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #149
More Poetry Pantry #391 at Poets United


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Ornaments on a Christmas tree in a Yuma County, Arizona church

carols in the air
carols, carols everywhere—
love and peace and joy

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher


Wixáritari woman on Cerro de la Bufa, Zacatecas, México

Where, O where, has my little boy gone?
Where, O where, can he be?
I’ve looked for him high, I’ve looked for him low,
I’ve looked for him up in a tree!
The moment I find him, what should I do?
(I fear the search will be long.)
The thing every other mother would do:
Love him and sing him a song.

Poem © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Blue Monday
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Diary Entry

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O my little pumpkin-head,
How you thrilled me when you said,
“Bring me milk and bring me dirt—
I will teach you how to flirt.
All night long we’ll play at love,
While the wheeling stars above
Shape and shape anew our dream:
To have love our only theme.
Neither brick nor bird nor car
Will outshine that dazzling star,
Star that guides our hands and feet
In the ways that lovers meet.”
O my little pumpkin-head,
I’m still thrilled, though you are dead.


Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #318
More Sunday’s Whirligig #75


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~~ 1 ~~
red roses growing
in tar pits
among loathsome bones
with rotting sinews
~~ 2 ~~
The bowl of water
does not sense its own wetness,
nor the twig its bud.
Mud knows not its sliminess,
nor do thorns their prickliness.
~~ 3 ~~
When the ship I love
leaves the harbor without me,
seagulls lose their voice,
their little silvery tongues
weighed down by loathsome cankers.
~~ 4 ~~
heaped in the temple
ten thousand desperate pleas
unanswered by God—
perhaps a thief in the night
will snatch the sweet ones away
~~ 5 ~~
last downpour of spring—
even the woman who sins
murmurs prayers of thanks

Tanka and haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #307
More Sunday’s Whirligig #64


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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona

after all these years
still decorating her grave
with love offerings

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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