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Planting

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Afternoon shadows lengthen in the potter’s field, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


in the potter’s field
far from any beach or strand—
a widow’s keening
after they plow a furrow
and plant her husband as seed

 
Tanka © 2015 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling in Baja California

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from The Forgotten Peninsula: A Naturalist in Baja California by Joseph Wood Krutch


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
to adorn the tale
she attaches a red string
to one paragraph
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
romantic story
its sensual images
titillating her
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
forlorn and empty
except for a wayward wind—
house on the corner
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
another ghost town
where we begin to trample
spirits in the dust
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
an English sparrow
making excuses at dusk
for having no nest
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the great sparkling sea
lurking below the surface
a deadly stingray
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
no longer flowing
where she hoped to plant orchards
the underground streams
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
an English sparrow
kneading the morning with song
until it rises
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
So many mountains—
which will she begin to climb
before the day ends?
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
a long history
of brandishing his war club
near his neighbor’s house
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
The hard way will come
if we drive or take the train—
the same old story.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
the journey’s mishaps—
despite the pain that lingers
planning one more trip

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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In the Soul’s Pasture

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~~ 1 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
three dappled horses grazing
on errant starfire
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a signal from the horses
that smoke will follow
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
a rose of hope is blooming,
nourished by God’s grace.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a plant of boundless mercy—
food for hungry ones
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
the dismal and forsaken
find themselves again.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
tiny, meandering streams
quench the pilgrim’s thirst.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
bombs and bullets melt away—
plowshares take their place.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a spot where tumbleweeds thrive
threatening to spread
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
a ball of mud is lying
mid the sweet grasses.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture,
although some locks are rusted,
others turn with ease.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
three pilgrims thrust and parry
with their wooden swords.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture,
somewhere near the edge of time,
pipers play a dirge.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Another Whirl with Basho

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Each haiku or senryu begins with a phrase culled from Basho: The Complete Haiku.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
upstream and downstream
the dismal washerwomen
beating clothes on stones
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the tide’s salty crests
signal an end to summer
and my discontent
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
whose old singing voice
moves into the empty spot
where the oak once stood
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
those who like to drink
rose-petal tea at twilight
sipping at their prayers
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
gotten by praying
to the goddess of bullets
an untimely death
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
from an unknown tree
at the edge of the forest
the cry of water
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
even coming twice
the horses seeking sugar
do not get enough
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a bamboo thicket
where no other plant can thrive
rictus of the moon
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
without rain or snow
the empty meandering
of mountain streambeds
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
year-end housecleaning
even the locks on my doors
deserve to be brushed
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the cicada’s voice
curls into a tiny ball
just before sunrise
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
from all directions
my foes thrust their spears at me
shafts of pampas grass

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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