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Is God Asleep


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I choke on soot, my homeland shudders;
“Is God asleep?” the prophet mutters.
 
 
2
With fire on my tongue, how brave can I be?
Braver than ships exploring the sea?
 
 
3
Mine are the questions that no one answers;
At half past midnight, I join the dancers.
 
 
4
With reverence and gratitude I pause—
The white wolf takes me gently in his jaws.

 

Couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #270
 
More Writers’ Pantry #24 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Blackbird, O Blackbird


 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
at midnight in the garden,
who can see your wings?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
even the water trembles
when you start to sing.
 
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
 
Blackbird, O blackbird,
do you prefer the cypress
over the white rose?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
how many songs overflow
from your handsome throat?
 
~~ ~~ 5 ~~ ~~
 
Blackbird, O blackbird,
tell me what I need to know
to make your path mine.
 
~~ ~~ 6 ~~ ~~
 
Blackbird, O blackbird,
I search the chapel rooftop—
will I find you there?

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #178
 
More Poetry Pantry #419 at Poets United

Grotesqueries: Take Two

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Each grotesquerie begins with a phrase purloined from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist who died 17 April 2014.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Bottom of the pot—
why are the lobsters keening
about their karma?
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Nights in the courtyard—
seven tattered people snore
underneath the limes.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
The rear of the house—
are there any hollyhocks
wedded to the yard?
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
secrets of the moth
revealed in graphic detail—
the old druid sings
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
adobe houses
at the altitude of geese
Marc Chagall at work
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
faded velvet vest
not mine but the general’s
stained with soup and wine
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
tree in the courtyard
becoming alabaster
at the prophet’s word
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
where the gypsy girl
sews chaos to confusion
with a fraying thread
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
looking for the bag
to carry home a loaf of bread
and a pound of bones
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
fermented cane juice
served in blue plastic bottles—
champagne for the poor
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Upset by the news
of the latest disaster,
she made friends of gnats.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
When she could not sleep,
she would force herself to read
from Leviticus.
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #202
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 161