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The guys in the band

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Mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


The guys in the band wear big shoes.
It helps them, they say, play the blues,
While folks in the street
Just jive to the beat—
They must have a rollicking muse!

 
Limerick © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Shoes”

Shoeless

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A duck lingers near the pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


A duck doesn’t need to wear shoes;
His webbed feet have nothing to lose
By going unshod,
But isn’t it odd
That he’d rather stroll than to snooze?

 
 
Limerick © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Shoes”

Playing

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An artist’s rendering of a street scene after the catastrophic 2010 earthquake in Haiti. The painting hangs in a church in Southern Arizona.
 


playing in the street
even after the earth shifts—
a boy in blue shoes

 

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Blue Monday
 
More Haiku Horizons: “Shift”

Discarding

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Remains of a discarded shoe, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


the longest journey—
discarding her worn-out shoes
so she can move on

 
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out of one life, into another…

 
Text and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Six-Word Saturday
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2

Organic Riffs

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~~ 1 ~~
 
organic cherries—
red and ripe and luscious
in a blue-green bowl
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
our midsummer’s feast—
dining on organic figs
and wedges of cheese
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
organic apples—
whining about the bruises
that soften their flesh
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
organic silence—
good news for the old poet
scribbling at midnight
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
ripe organic plums—
ants come from three miles away
for the summer feast
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
my shoes coming loose—
organic cotton laces
crumbling into dust
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
for ripe fruit she pants—
bunches of fat purple grapes
organic, luscious

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #55
 
More Midweek Motif at Poet’s United: “Organic”

New Ways

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~~ 1 ~~
 
bitter memory—
the night he broke her left arm
with a baseball bat
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
how an egret stands
on one leg, then the other
at the water’s edge
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
father of the bride
taking out his handkerchief
to dab at his eyes
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
first month of the year—
trying to find a new way
though she keeps stumbling
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
building a new nest—
the mice in the dead man’s shoes
tying up loose ends
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
smashing the last plate
in her mother’s collection
to vent her anger
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
ordinary rope
tying loose ends together
in a sacred knot
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a brown serape
pulled tight across his shoulders—
old man shivering
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
first weeks of the year—
in her trembling hands a rope
to steady her way
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
old men playing chess
on a chilly afternoon
fumbling every move
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
trying to sort out
the logic of a young crow
that spurns fresh road kill
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
with trembling fingers
she tries to untie the wind
tangled in the oak

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #42

Strange Little Songs

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~~ 1 ~~
 
With plastic roses,
some of them scarlet, some white,
we freshen the graves.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a spicy salad—
picking at it in silence
with white plastic forks
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
a discarded tire
verses carved in the sidewall
honoring road trips
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Discarded boxes—
seven refugees pretend
they have found new homes.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
blind man’s violin
flying as though Marc Chagall
had lifted his brush
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
no one knows their names—
illegible inscriptions
on toppled tombstones
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
God wears out his shoes
and takes them to the temple
for some quick repairs.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
demanding a song
from the bird that cannot sing—
demented woman
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
holding hot cocoa
in my left hand while scribbling
haiku with my right
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
two children use them
to play a game of marbles—
olives from the bowl
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the stench of decay
rising from New Orleans streets
after Katrina
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
an old apple tree
bearing rusty jackknife scars—
Kevin loves Suzanne

 
Poems © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #23

Creeping