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Let Us Decorate in Silence
Let us decorate in silence
While the wind chimes ring with glee;
Let us warm ourselves with whisky
Splashed in steaming cups of tea.
It is plain our house needs something
To revive its heart and soul;
Let us lift a glass in hope, dear,
Nibbling cake and jelly roll.
Far too long we’ve had too little
And our home has had no heat;
Let us eat some peanut brittle,
Then our joy will be complete.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Hue
Inyo National Forest near Bishop, California
The mountain’s silence
ripens to a golden hue—
autumn afternoon.
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Silence”
Tranquil
Autumn afternoon, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Tranquil afternoon—
a lizard’s flickering tongue
shatters the silence.
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Silence”
Silence
Fence post, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Afternoon silence
settles into a knothole
on a weathered post.
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Silence”
Causeway
Causeway at El Charco del Ingenio, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
Walking the causeway,
silence carries me along,
silence and birdsong.
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Secrets
Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
valley of secrets—
nothing can match the silence
of wasted places
Text and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Haiku Horizons: “Match”
Sniffing
Saguaro cactus at dawn, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
sniffing the silence
around an old saguaro
just before sunrise
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Strange Little Songs
~~ 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
Cabin
Abandoned house, Yuma County, Arizona
In the cabin walls
something purrs by day and night—
a leftover dream.
~~ ~~ ~~
In the cabin walls
nasty little creatures hide,
scrabbling in the dark.
~~ ~~ ~~
cabin by the way—
kneeling before the threshold
a weary pilgrim
~~ ~~ ~~
in the cabin walls
a desiccated silence
wheezing tales of woe
Text © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Three Word Wednesday: “Kneel, Nasty, Purr”
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Tattered Tales
~~ 1 ~~
discarded boxes
sheltering homeless people
down by the river
~~ 2 ~~
journey into night—
your heart at the beginning
fluttering wildly
~~ 3 ~~
In a perfect world
there would be no mosquitoes,
neither rats nor lice.
~~ 4 ~~
an autumn morning—
walking a misty pathway
wet leaves underfoot
~~ 5 ~~
Everything depends
on rain, a red wheelbarrow
and some white chickens.
~~ 6 ~~
a long journey to
nowhere in particular
and then back again
~~ 7 ~~
Beyond the back fence
a world I have never seen
is waiting for me.
~~ 8 ~~
a short siesta
in the silence of her room—
insomniac’s dream
~~ 9 ~~
coffee for the guests
pouring again and again
until the last drop
~~ 10 ~~
rainy afternoon—
finding a place of refuge
in the library
~~ 11 ~~
finding a table
where we can talk till midnight
nursing our whisky
~~ 12 ~~
summer afternoon
the head of one sunflower
drooping toward the earth
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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