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The Apartment: a Fictional Haibun


Until I rented this apartment (pink flamingos flank the door!), I had to walk up three long flights of stairs. Now I’m on the ground floor, and even have a little kitchen garden, where I grow basil, chives, and parsley. I’ve squeezed in one tomato plant and one pepper. After supper each night, I set aside my sorrows (who knew that life could be so difficult?), and pore over maps of far-off places, dreaming of cruises that last for years, not weeks. Could there be a better way to spend my twilight days?

 

Burn down, white candle,
veer off course, distant planets—
my wineglass is full!

 
  

Haibun © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Observe the Maggots


 
~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
 
Observe the maggots; climb the stairs;
Smell the coffee; ignore grey hairs;
Your cup is full, you need no more—
Go forth in peace, and close the door.
 
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
 
Enough is enough, fool on the hill;
Hush all your babbling, and just be still.
 
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
 
The one who leaves will return,
Having seen the mountain burn,
And the crocus will rejoice
When it hears the master’s voice.
 
~~ ~~ 4 ~~ ~~
 
Neck and neck the horses run,
Uphill, downhill, just for fun.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #173
 
More Poetry Pantry #414 at Poets United
 

Newborn

Church shadows photo Sonoranchshadows_zpsa1d68a82.jpg
Arizona church interior, decorated for Christmas
 


Go straight down the stairs,
then turn right, where you will find
a newborn baby.
~~ ~~ ~~


No darkness can overcome the light.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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