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Frogs

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A palm tree near the pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

Frogs, as I pass by your pond,
show me your beauty.
Come out of the mud.
Taste the clear night air.
Pretend to be stars or moonlight!
Sing to the flashing planets,
sing with your flickering tongues,
sing a song of sixpence,
fill your lungs with spring!

 

Poem © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Task

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Watching through my window as the Arizona sun rises in September
 


Little mourning dove,
singing up the sun each day—
this task falls to you.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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April

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An artist’s rendition of a motorcycle on a wall in Ajo, Arizona
 
 
April is the cruellest month… (T.S. Eliot)
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
first week of April—
erasing from memory
my distant homeland
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
First week of April—
sorrow swallows my spirit,
keening shreds my tongue.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
First week of April—
a cry stays stuck in my throat,
a cry of despair.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
First week of April—
as the wrens and robins sing,
I claw at my eyes.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
first week of April—
crawling back from despair’s brink
one song at a time
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Six for Sunday

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Unusually early blossoms on a palo verde tree, November 2016, Yuma County, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
words to nourish me
on this November morning—
a poem by Keats
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
Sing, little sparrow!
How could I despise your voice
this frosty morning?
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
This frosty morning
I am dumb before the wren
and its trills of grief.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
Without any means
to support itself, the wren
enriches my life.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
noise at the corner—
a thousand hungry blackbirds
clamoring for crumbs
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
joyful not plaintive—
the voice of the old woman
at her husband’s grave

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Blues

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Wayside shrine, the Virgin of Guadalupe, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


Does Mary ever sing the blues?

 
Text © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Voices

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Puebla, México
 


a flowing fountain—
somewhere the liquid voices
of children singing

 
 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Singing

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Organ pipe cactus blossom, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


singing in wonder
before the cream-white blossom—
one dove joins my song

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blackbird

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Our Lady of the Dust, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


Blackbird on the wing,
how many songs of sorrow
are there yet to sing?

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Seeking Sugar

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~~ 1 ~~
 
last year’s ornaments
still shining in their splendor
for a few more hours—
a luxury to see them
among the pots and kettles
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Where do they come from,
these poems at break of day,
wild as mists rising
high above the balcony?
Even ravens flap away.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
brown wicker hampers
with dirty clothes poking out
spilling to the floor—
you’ve seen them in apartments
where the water’s been shut off
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Behind closed windows
someone is brewing coffee—
a curtain flutters
and dancing daydreams scatter
like a flock of frightened hens.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Even coming twice
the horses seeking sugar
do not get enough
to satisfy their hunger—
they press against the railing.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
Whose old singing voice
nestles in the empty pot
in front of the redbrick wall?

 
Tanka and haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Ocotillo

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Ocotillo, blossoming after winter rains, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


After winter rain,
even the ocotillos
seem to sing for joy.

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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