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Finding Bliss in Change


Let’s make a parade, and march through the gate;
These times are trying, but we cannot wait.
 
Grace has gone swimming, and things are amiss—
Who in her right mind would argue with this?
 
See how old prejudice rears up its head?
Cut it off quickly! Make sure that it’s dead.
 
There’s beauty in yellow, red, white, and black;
Joy’s in the middle, the front and the back.
 
It’s simple, my friend, to bring a new day.
Old braids of hatred? Just snip them away!

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The middle child

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Section of a mural in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

 
 

The middle child,
feeling lost and upset,
goes for treatment
one day a week.
In the waiting room,
her older brother
chants nursery rhymes
and tells stories
in a vain attempt
to comfort her.
“Wait till you see the lunches
they serve at school next week,”
he says.
“Seven kinds of ice cream!”
But the disconsolate middle child
cares nothing for ice cream lunches.
All she wants is to rise up
out of her wheelchair
and walk.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #117
   
More Poetry Pantry #359 at Poets United

Seasons

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Melange of autumn leaves near the banks of Cache la Poudre River, Fort Collins, Colorado
 


among the brown ones
a single red maple leaf—
autumn’s tattered texts
in the middle of a book
that the author never ends

 
Text © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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