drew us away
from grief at dusk
as a courteous host
draws his guest
into the light
Who would want
Only a moth
with a broken wing.
More The Whirligig #291
More Writers’ Pantry #45 at Poets and Storytellers United
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
~~ ~~ 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
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
More SkyWatch Friday
An autumn-hued cottonwood leaf in summer, Riverside County, California.
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
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”
Aztec Ruins National Monument, Aztec, New Mexico
Yuma County, Arizona