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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase purloined from A Year in the World: Journeys of a Passionate Traveller by Frances Mayes.

~~ 1 ~~
carry-on luggage
one bag black, the other beige
bulging with tchotchkes
~~ 2 ~~
Without a ticket,
she will not fly this evening—
travel drought begins.
~~ 3 ~~
going the wrong way—
imagine her great surprise
slamming into oaks
~~ 4 ~~
leper colony—
warblers among the branches
serenade the sick
~~ 5 ~~
In another room
a woman with open arms
welcomes motes of dust.
~~ 6 ~~
between the pages
aiming to find the answers
to unasked questions
~~ 7 ~~
lighting thin candles
in honor of the feeders
that snatch up small seeds

© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #51


Destiny’s Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
tangled in the tree
two crimson kites with white tails—
seven startled wrens
~~ 2 ~~
old paper, fresh words
torn envelope the canvas
for brushing haiku
~~ 3 ~~
a brown paper bag
clutched in a child’s fist holding
all of creation
~~ 4 ~~
addled gardener
dropping her gloves in the path
as the wild goose calls
~~ 5 ~~
In her new language
she sings of running naked
through the April rain.
~~ 6 ~~
hoisting new lumber
onto his bruised right shoulder—
the builder of dreams
~~ 7 ~~
caught in the headlights
of a passing patrol car—
fumbling teenagers
~~ 8 ~~
On green park benches
old women wearing purple
celebrate the sun.
~~ 9 ~~
Far from the suburbs
an old woman is striding
toward her destiny.
~~ 10 ~~
walking through the woods
on her way to somewhere else—
rumblings of thunder
~~ 11 ~~
To open the book
she needs only a moment
and a trembling hand.

© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #261
More Sunday’s Whirligig #16

Whirling with Marge

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “Maggid” by Marge Piercy.

~~ 1 ~~
Born of wanderers
following cracks in the earth—
this is her story.
~~ 2 ~~
under loads of straw
so heavy that they must crawl—
three peasant women
~~ 3 ~~
Who chose the desert
over fields of ripened grain?
What were they thinking?
~~ 4 ~~
wanderers with shoes
escaping Egypt by night
with untied laces
~~ 5 ~~
a child’s naughtiness—
the mother’s heart collapses
like an umbrella
~~ 6 ~~
bodies by the way
crows picking at putrid flesh—
immigrant children
~~ 7 ~~
small bones of children
wrapped in tattered white quilts
from the old country
~~ 8 ~~
abandoned treasures—
among them an old clay pot
filled with untold tales
~~ 9 ~~
Where their empty pots
are suddenly filled with bones—
tell me that story.
~~ 10 ~~
In the stinking hold
of a ship with splintered deck
they make for safety.
~~ 11 ~~
Under our pillows
a thousand new dreams open
as flowers in spring.

© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 206


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Pathway, Pecos National Historical Park, northern New Mexico

Does not the pilgrim
simply trust the open path,
though the way is long?

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Wupatki National Monument, Northern Arizona

an open footpath
stretching to distant mountains—
wind makes up a song

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Fishing Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
seven fishing boats
rocking imperceptibly
in a gentle swell
~~ 2 ~~
fishing line tangles
twice around the willow limb—
Elijah returns
~~ 3 ~~
fishing through the mess
in the middle desk drawer—
pages torn from Psalms
~~ 4 ~~
fishing from the bridge
with a stolen rod and reel—
Egypt lies downstream
~~ 5 ~~
how her heart aches
fishing for compliments
that never come
~~ 6 ~~
deep-water fishing—
nothing God says in mercy
keeps Jonah on land
~~ 7 ~~
sharp prongs of lightning—
a fleet of fishing trawlers
limping back to shore
~~ 8 ~~
fishing boots with holes—
watching prophets weave and sway
limping round puddles
~~ 9 ~~
guts bloody the sink
from this morning’s fishing trip
to Lake Galilee

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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