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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

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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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Tranquil

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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

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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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Causeway

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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

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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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Sniffing

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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

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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
 
 
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Cabin

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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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Tattered Tales

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~~ 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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