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Women in the Photograph

Women in the photograph
Do not smile and do not laugh.
“Bones,” they croak, “are fine when brown.
Can we buy some in your town?”
Skin of language, weight of air,
Ravens weaving patterns there
In the presence of your friends—
See the way the sunlight bends?

Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #207
More Poetry Pantry #445 at Poets United

Making Memories

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Photo illustration for a Guadalajara Reporter story in 2016, Guadalajara, Jalisco, México

Someone made some memories,
Made them long ago,
Using a film camera,
And this is what I know:
The women in the photo
Do not smile or blink.
Their bland looks betray nothing—
One wonders what they think.
Each woman holds a doggie,
The doggies are quite still.
Were the little beasties drugged
And held against their will?
And what about the ribbons
The women do not wear?
Are they content with hair spray
To batten down their hair?
A hundred questions pop up
About this photograph;
Some of them are sobering,
And some just make me laugh.

Photo © 2016 and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Memories”


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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

In the photograph
one dark tree tries to withstand
a winter sunrise.

Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More SkyWatch Friday
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon


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Indian Paintbrush, Navajo National Monument, Northern Arizona

springtime long ago
captured in a photograph
now the flower fades

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
More Carpe Diem: “Basho’s ‘Has Spring Come'”

Seven Photographs


In the photograph
we are planting apple trees—
ten years till harvest.
~~ ~~ ~~
She writes poetry
on the photograph’s edges—
concupiscent rhymes.
~~ ~~ ~~
In the photograph
your bed is on fire, but you
nap contentedly.
~~ ~~ ~~
I carry with me
my grandmother’s photograph—
content with her scowl.
~~ ~~ ~~
I don’t remember
why I took the photograph—
perhaps the wind knows.
~~ ~~ ~~
She feels stained by grace
when she sees the photograph
of the holy wood.
~~ ~~ ~~
In the photograph
graffiti stains a brick wall,
while old men play chess.

© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #298
More Sensational Haiku Wednesday: “Photograph”