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Pilgrims Awhirl

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~~ 1 ~~
 
her knitting needles
ticking out a little tune
on the sweater neck
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a small hymn of praise
too small for mice to measure
except crumb by crumb
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
crimson kimono
worn by her erstwhile patron
now a tattered rag
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
even in the heat
the urge to spend consumes her
emptying her purse
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
inns along the road
tables spread with bread and wine
hungry pilgrims, come
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the path before her
uncertainty and raven
her sole companions
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the arduous trek
a cloud guiding her footsteps
to her journey’s end
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
setting out alone
in a tattered state of grace
for her odyssey
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
prowling holy ground
looking for the host to come
with some bread and wine
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
a sacred story
told by day and dreamed by night—
the pilgrims’ footsteps
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
fifth year on the road
still hoping for a rescue
from the stones and snares
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
votive offering
a race to see who gives it
to the holy one

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 197

Whirling with Donald Hall

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This week’s words: race, silky, lanky, whiskey, puddle, pain, mouth, isolate, murky, breath, marsh, razor, befuddled

 
The first line of each haiku or senryu is taken from Donald Hall’s “Stump.”


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
I am used to it—
the hangovers each morning,
whisky on his breath.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
white blossoms that last
barely a day in this heat
but weeks in a dream
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
where the warm water
gathers into a puddle—
marsh in the making
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
The shade of old summers
is drawn to isolate me
from inner weather.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Every afternoon
murky ways lie before me—
befuddled am I.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
In the gray winter
pain joins my race to the end—
no one wins this one.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
scraping the stiff snows
with a dull straight-edge razor
unbearding winter
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
The little garden
silky with cobwebs at dusk—
Jesus comes to pray.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
By night a bare trunk,
gaunt and lanky as Lincoln,
leans against the stars.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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