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My Hopes Are Dashed and Scattered


My hopes are dashed and scattered,
There’s no more grace to spare,
For flyaway potatoes
Have landed everywhere!
They’ve landed on my shoulders,
They’ve landed on my knee,
They’ve landed in the ocean,
They’ve landed in the sea.
Some folks would call it bounty,
But I call it bad luck
To live in Tater County
And drive a tater truck.
Perhaps I should be grateful
For taters, lanes, and such,
But after three bad crashes,
I am not grateful much.


 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #266
 
More Writers’ Pantry #20 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Ivories

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Remains of a hapless sheep, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
tickling ivories
scintillating music sound
filling the inner soul*


a lamb’s weathered shoulder bone
embracing the wind and sand

*Opening gambit by Carol L. McKenna of A Creative Harbor
 
Final two lines and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem Tan Renga: “Tickling Ivories”