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Ask the Bucket


Ask the bucket what it knows;
Ask the water where it flows.
Call the fish forth from the stream;
Call the widow from her dream.
 
Tap the teapot, swirl the tea;
Tap the night dreams, flowing free.
Wash the dishes, light the lamp;
Wash your face, but leave it damp.
 
Climb the stairs up to the roof,
Climb, because you need no proof
That your life’s about to end—
Ah, I wish you well, my friend!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #180
 
More Poetry Pantry #421 at Poets United

The Night Nursing Staff (and Other Delights)


 
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The night nursing staff—poor, overworked dears—
Are feeling the need to down a few beers.
 
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Cluck as you gallop away on your horse,
Blast your opponents, and chart a new course.
 
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Dreaming of bodies that don’t look like mine
Helps me remember that we’re all divine.
 
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Fathers and sons and ghosts that are holy—
When they play soccer, who serves as goalie?
 
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The donkey starved at midnight and died against the wall.
For want of hay and water, the donkey gave his all.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #174
 
More Poetry Pantry #415 at Poets United

A Scream in the Night


A scream in the night!
Whose voice did I hear?
Was it a banshee?
It sounded so near—

Too near for comfort,
Too close to my head;
I think I will run
And hide in my bed.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Scream”

At your touch


at your touch on this cold night
I lean into your hair
which smells of moons and stars
gratefully inhaling the scent
that makes me tipsy
as a hummingbird
too full of nectar
 
the faces of our children
not yet born
will glow with wonder
when we tell this story
thirty years from now
and they will tell it to their children
speaking in hushed voices:
 
how a farmer loved his wife
through sixty years of drought and plenty
while suns and stars and planets
kept whirling round the fields
and wistful neighbors spoke with reverence
of the fertile pair

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #144
   
More Poetry Pantry #386 at Poets United

Uncommon Questions


What do night, an owl, and a rose
have in common?
Do the birds know what caused
the sun to rise this morning?
If you found the caws of crows
in an oak tree,
would you leave them there
or put them in your pocket?
Why are you perched in the oak,
ready to flee?

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #133
   
More Poetry Pantry #375 at Poets United

Blue Monday

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Discarded soft drink cup, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Someone tossed a drink cup
Many moons ago,
Tossed it in the bushes,
Where no wind could blow.
 
Now the battered drink cup,
Fading and forlorn,
Still sits in the bushes
Night and noon and morn.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Uncaging

Old Mariachis
 

Painting at Fábrica La Aurora San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


old mariachis
their faces creased with music
uncaging the night

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Caged Soul”

After

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Dusk, Saguaro National Park, Tucson, Arizona
 


after last night’s rain
the pathway through the cacti
less sharp than before

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More SkyWatch Friday

Quotidian

Diego sweeping in Jardin de las Rosas
Jardín de las Rosas, Morelia, Michoacán, México
 


quotidian task
sweeping up Saturday night
swish of holiness

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Conversation

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Garden bench at Sanguinetti House Museum, Yuma, Arizona
 


no one on the bench
yet last night’s conversation
lingers in the air

 

Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher