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If You Are Not a Reader

If you wait until the end comes, friend—
the end of the world, I mean—
to pick up a book and read,
you will never find out
how love and lust,
though cousins, differ,
and why one is far superior to the other.
Luck may sometimes nudge you in the right direction,
toward love and not toward lust,
but how lucky can you be if you are not a reader?


Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #165
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Lust”

Does She Dare to Hope?

Crouching in her cave
she gulps wine mixed
with sugars from the date and fig,
wine that burns like fire.
Bonds of frailty hold her fast.
Outside, in the garden of good and evil,
flowers big as moons bloom so bright
they appear to be burning flares,
but she cannot see them.
In her cave, all is darkness,
yet she seems to hear a voice read words
older than the prophets:
“Though our outer nature is wasting away,
our inner nature is being renewed every day.”
Does she dare to hope?


Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

More Sunday’s Whirligig #153
More Poetry Pantry #395 at Poets United


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Old water wagon with crumbling wheels, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

reading the splinters
of my unfolding journey—
countless miles to go

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Inanimate”


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Moonrise at Imperial Sand Dunes Recreation Area, Southern California

Yosa Buson’s haiku about pear blossoms and moonlight inspires me to write a new haiku:


White blossoms of the pear
and a woman in moonlight
reading a letter.

~~ ~~ ~~

the moon blossoming
just enough for a woman
to write love letters

Haiku in bold and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More SkyWatch Friday
More Carpe Diem: “Favorite Haiku by Buson”