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Is God Asleep

I choke on soot, my homeland shudders;
“Is God asleep?” the prophet mutters.
With fire on my tongue, how brave can I be?
Braver than ships exploring the sea?
Mine are the questions that no one answers;
At half past midnight, I join the dancers.
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

~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
Blackbird, O blackbird,
at midnight in the garden,
who can see your wings?
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
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?
~~ ~~ 4 ~~ ~~
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
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