Before the mountains were born,
Or there were stains in the sea,
God put his mouth to a horn
And blasted out notes with glee!
I’m tired of drinking coffee, tired of drinking tea;
Give me chicken breasts and thighs for eternity!
I heard three tigers breathing, I thought my time had come,
But then the fiercest tiger was turned into a plum
By the surging murmur of a wizened wizard’s breath,
And now I can’t help singing how I escaped from death!
Poems © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #213
More Poetry Pantry #479 at Poets United
The remains of an old house near the shores of Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona
I have come to gaze
on the clover and milkweed.
They are thick this month;
great drifts of leaves and stems
around the foundation
of the old farmhouse,
where something tiny
glitters on a stone.
The midday sun
is hot enough
to parch or melt
the thing that glitters,
and if it perishes,
who will keen for it?
Sunrise on a chilly January day, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
first month of the year—
seeking courage at sunrise
to take one more step
St. John’s Catholic Cemetery, St. Johns, Arizona
stumbling through shadows
to where her love lies buried—
widow of the month
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher