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~~ 1 ~~
 
imagine
red roses growing
in tar pits
among loathsome bones
with rotting sinews
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
The bowl of water
does not sense its own wetness,
nor the twig its bud.
Mud knows not its sliminess,
nor do thorns their prickliness.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
When the ship I love
leaves the harbor without me,
seagulls lose their voice,
their little silvery tongues
weighed down by loathsome cankers.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
heaped in the temple
ten thousand desperate pleas
unanswered by God—
perhaps a thief in the night
will snatch the sweet ones away
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
last downpour of spring—
even the woman who sins
murmurs prayers of thanks

 
Tanka and haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling with Fay

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Each haiku begins with a phrase shamelessly purloined from various haiku in Fay Aoyagi’s In Borrowed Shoes.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Hole in my sweater—
the shopping list I scribbled
slips between loose threads.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
shadow with no name
in a channel of the shelf
holding holy books
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
snip of the scissors—
her seven-years-long ennui
resisting the cut
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
A custody case
condemns their children to death
by separation.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
day for flying kites—
an inky one soars higher
than all the others
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
heat of the stone wall
still warming the lone fly’s wings
long after day’s end
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
first dandelions
and the smell of fresh-mown grass—
snow-day memories
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
For the butterfly
a single open blossom
will suffice for lunch.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
A praying mantis—
will he soon capitulate
to the bumblebee?
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Red quince blooming—
further delay makes no sense
to the hungry bee.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Morning glory seeds—
one of them will generate
a thousand blossoms.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
a story inside
to render children speechless—
pomegranate seed

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling with Rumi

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Each vignette begins with a phrase culled from The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
The orchard in spring—
apple blossoms fly away
when the old men call.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Come to the orchard—
it is time to name the fruit
clinging to the trees.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
From the other world
comes one whose speech grows orchards
hung with tempting fruit.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
where the two worlds touch—
faint signs of degradation
smudging leaf and light
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a grain of barley
doing double duty as
an earthy poem
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the speechless full moon
filling ten thousand goblets
with unuttered words
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the one who brings light
this frosty autumn morning
broken in his chains
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
puddle that freezes
making no sense to the drunk
sloshing his vodka
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
For what needs no food
there are no sheets of music
to help guide the dance.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
little hanging lamps
connected to the plum trees
with frayed bungee cords
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
ancient manuscripts
with vital information
cast into the flames
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
a sugarcane flute
wrapped in strips of red and gold
for the nuptial feast

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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