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Old Mariachis
Painting at Fábrica La Aurora San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 
 
THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “No More Cake Here” by Natalie Diaz: mortuary, motor, many, midnight, mouths, mariachis, mutants, magician, meth, missed, more, maybe


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
old mariachis
their faces creased with music
tumbling through the night
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
A little more time—
the cobblestones will crumble
and fresh woods will sprout.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Maybe the ravens
know more about nasturtiums
than ever I will.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
old poet hobbling
near the pond’s edge at midnight
ripple of water
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Sing me a riddle:
How many crooked pathways
make a journey whole?

 
~~ 6 ~~
 
It is a sonnet,
and anything can happen—
pour it in their mouths!
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
an old motor home
clunking along the highway
gypsy at the wheel
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
thinking once more of
those missed opportunities—
sixty untold tales
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the old magician
seeking advice from ravens
on a windy night
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
one breath from heaven
mortuary director
waits for the next call
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
sudden explosion—
a meth lab in his kitchen
blows the guy to hell
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
seventeen mutants
singing alto in the choir—
the strange ways of God

 
Poems © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #265
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #20

Whirling On

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Each haiku begins with a Wordle word.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Maybe a raven
knows more about nasturtiums
than ever I will.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
miles beyond this place
thirty or forty or more
a ruined garden
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
words lost long ago
under bison bones bleaching
on Kansas prairies
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
scorch marks on his shirt—
first signs of her defiance
of his tyranny
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
chime and tambourine
and incense in the temple—
bridges between worlds
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
trite conversation
over day-old glazed doughnuts
at the sad café
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
spell of cold weather—
taking out of the closet
her wool kimono
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
land covered with snow—
corn hidden from hungry geese
and foraging mice
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
spirit of the quilt
wrapping her in dreams of peace
though she sleeps alone
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
aim of the hunter
sighting a mandarin duck—
how his bow trembles
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
mind of the pilgrim
distracted by the bedbugs
in the wayside inn
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
sign of good fortune
the year’s first calligraphy
brushed in crimson ink

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #236
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 196