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Summer


Summer
drew us away
from grief at dusk
as a courteous host
draws his guest
into the light
offering drinks
dinner
and conversation.
Who would want
to escape
such grace?
Only a moth
perhaps
with a broken wing.

 
 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #291
 
More Writers’ Pantry #45 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

The Summer of Braids


This is the summer of braids and bare feet;
We manage somehow to survive the heat.
 
Maybe some shifts in the shimmering line
Assure us we’re well, and all will be fine.
 
Maybe it’s magic, and maybe it’s not,
But suddenly things don’t seem quite so hot.
 
We look in the mirror, knowing we must,
And find we have enough faith to trust
 
That whatever comes again we can face
As long as our fingers reach out for grace.

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #279
 
More Writers’ Pantry #33 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Three Weird Poems


 
~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
 
Guests on the terrace, more guests in the hall—
Is there no way to get rid of them all?
Where did they come from, and when will they go?
The longer they stay here, the deeper my woe.
 
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
 
We fed some ducks in Iceland, and then we had a bite
Of something cold and glittering that made us feel uptight.
The teams upon the hillsides were just about to faint,
But suddenly revived themselves by slurping leaded paint.
The moral of this story, if moral there may be:
What is good for you, my friend, may not be good for me.
 
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
 
The swordsman’s blade was melting before his very eyes;
The axe man’s axe felt lighter than sunlight on mayflies;
The oak tree’s massive branches shrank to pencil-thin—
It was a creepy summer, and never should have been.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #176
 
More Poetry Pantry #416 at Poets United

Sizzling

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A summer day begins, Yuma County, Arizona.
 


Sizzling summer day—
the white dove will keep singing,
though humans grumble.

 
Haiku and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Macro Monday 2: Leaf

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An autumn-hued cottonwood leaf in summer, Riverside County, California.
 



 
Photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Though Summer Is Coming

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Great horned owl, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Though summer is coming, it isn’t quite here;
Orion and Hercules burn bright and clear
In skies that are frigid and velvet and deep,
While work-weary humans drift off into sleep.
 
An owl in the desert stands guard near her nest—
To keep her foes wary, she puffs out her chest.
When summertime finally comes with fierce heat,
Both winter and spring will go down in defeat.

 
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Summer”

Screaming for Ice Cream


Screaming for ice cream
Is one of the ways
To cool yourself down
On hot summer days.

Screaming for ice cream
Is what I will do
When the sun sizzles—
Now, how about you?

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Scream”

Perhaps

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Aztec Ruins National Monument, Aztec, New Mexico
 


summer afternoon—
perhaps one cloud holds raindrops
for the thirsty dove

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Thirsty

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Yuma County, Arizona
 


summer afternoon
not a raincloud anywhere
for the thirsty dove

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Cat

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Cattle Track Arts Compound, Scottsdale, Arizona
 


dog days of summer—
black cat begs for attention
and comic relief

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Cats”