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Blackbird, O Blackbird


 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
at midnight in the garden,
who can see your wings?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
even the water trembles
when you start to sing.
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
do you prefer the cypress
over the white rose?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
how many songs overflow
from your handsome throat?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
tell me what I need to know
to make your path mine.
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
I search the chapel rooftop—
will I find you there?

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #178
 
More Poetry Pantry #419 at Poets United

The Rose


The flower that’s known as a rose
Is beautiful, everyone knows.
Its petals are fair—
No argument there!—
That beautiful blossom, the rose.

 
Limerick © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Flower: Rose”

Awesome


The rose’s beautiful blossom
Is never known to play possum;
It’s bright and it’s bold,
A sight to behold—
Some even say that it’s awesome!

 
Limerick © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Flower: Rose”

Uncommon Questions


What do night, an owl, and a rose
have in common?
Do the birds know what caused
the sun to rise this morning?
If you found the caws of crows
in an oak tree,
would you leave them there
or put them in your pocket?
Why are you perched in the oak,
ready to flee?

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #133
   
More Poetry Pantry #375 at Poets United

First Whirl of February

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The first line of each breath-of-a-poem is taken from phrases found in A Year in the World by Frances Mayes.
 


 
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their morning coffee—
spring, summer, fall, and winter
taking it with cream
 
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on the balcony
sharing an afternoon drink
fragrant vin rosé
 
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on an envelope
one thin line of poetry
trailing to the edge
 
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clutching photographs
faded ones from long ago
in her tight right hand
 
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a votive candle
casting a shadowy spell
in the holy place
 
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through the spice bazaar
following an old woman
laden with saffron
 
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open till midnight—
a sign taped to the window
restoring our hope
 
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on a lamp table
two little stacks of spare change
enough for bus fare
 
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from her only son
a letter written with flair—
loops and flourishes
 
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a heap of rubble
where the freeway bridge once stood—
earthquake aftermath

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 236

Suicide Note

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She scribbles her suicide note with fervor,
envisioning birds and thorns, and her
arrival at a crossroads in the night.
She tells of a thread, stitching
rose and crocus and
chrysanthemum together in a
crazy-quilt of seasons out of joint.
She sings of a great horned owl
with the shine of moonlight
in its left eye, but not its right.
She curses the mud
from whose ravenous sucking
not even the strongest foot
can pull free. Then,
in mid-sentence

 

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #226
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 186

In the Soul’s Pasture

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

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 177
 
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “In the Soul’s Pasture”

Another Whirl with Basho

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


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

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #217
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 177

Protector

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Section of a mural on a house wall, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


pilgrim on the way
a rose for her protector—
Mary, Queen of Hearts

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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