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The cup
The sprinklers go round
and round and round.
You smell the water
as it streams over the lawn
over the flowers,
over your afternoon languor,
over you.
How damp you are!
How tangled your hair!
You undress yourself,
and find that you are thirsty.
Someone fills a cup
sitting empty on the shelf.
Someone fills a cup
with salt and lemons,
setting your mind aflame
with poetry, not prose.
Someone fills a cup,
and you drink deep
and deeper.
Someone fills a cup,
and the cup
is
you.
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #130
More Poetry Pantry #372 at Poets United
More Sunday’s Whirligig #130
More Poetry Pantry #372 at Poets United
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Disparate Tales
Fallen leaf, Oak Creek Canyon, Sedona, Arizona
~~ 1 ~~
three kids on the run
deciding which bus to take—
their furtive glances
~~ 2 ~~
during the first hymn
an old woman coughs in church—
the alto just glares
~~ 3 ~~
swinging the scissors
from one hand to the other—
ambidextrous boy
~~ 4 ~~
wilderness matins—
the liturgy of weirdness
in a lizard’s tail
~~ 5 ~~
after last night’s storm
the smell of white flower heads
battered by hailstones
~~ 6 ~~
autumn afternoon—
the old Chevy’s clicking valves
keeping cricket time
~~ 7 ~~
dabbing away tears
after the graveside service—
the sergeant’s widow
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Macro Monday 2
More Sunday’s Whirligig #87
More Poetry Pantry #330 at Poets United
Whirling with Fay
Each haiku begins with a phrase shamelessly purloined from various haiku in Fay Aoyagi’s In Borrowed Shoes.
~~ 1 ~~
Hole in my sweater—
the shopping list I scribbled
slips between loose threads.
~~ 2 ~~
shadow with no name
in a channel of the shelf
holding holy books
~~ 3 ~~
snip of the scissors—
her seven-years-long ennui
resisting the cut
~~ 4 ~~
A custody case
condemns their children to death
by separation.
~~ 5 ~~
day for flying kites—
an inky one soars higher
than all the others
~~ 6 ~~
heat of the stone wall
still warming the lone fly’s wings
long after day’s end
~~ 7 ~~
first dandelions
and the smell of fresh-mown grass—
snow-day memories
~~ 8 ~~
For the butterfly
a single open blossom
will suffice for lunch.
~~ 9 ~~
A praying mantis—
will he soon capitulate
to the bumblebee?
~~ 10 ~~
Red quince blooming—
further delay makes no sense
to the hungry bee.
~~ 11 ~~
Morning glory seeds—
one of them will generate
a thousand blossoms.
~~ 12 ~~
a story inside
to render children speechless—
pomegranate seed
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #234
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 195
