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Field of Strange Surprises


In a field of strange surprises, one chipped cup appears;
Yellow roses near the lip have faded with the years.
 
A clothesline pinned with tables, along with rusty tools,
Earns heaps of raw derision from mouths of Sunday fools.
 
They say the world is flooding and seas are black with ink.
But who knows what the truth is, and who knows what to think?
 
The end of time’s upon us, and dust coats every shelf.
But what’s the use of cleaning? Just leave that to the elf.

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Surprises


Within a tiny shadow great surprises hide.
Come, and I’ll display for you what is held inside.
 
First, some blackbird laughter, threaded with fine silk,
Then some wine that sparkles, if you don’t like milk.
 
You’ll also see a comet blazing as it goes,
And something not as fiery: a pale desert rose.
 
Another thing you’ll find there (keep an open mind):
The deeds of righteous people, generous and kind.
 
The world holds more surprises than anyone can dream,
And in the darkest places, surprises reign supreme.
 
What? You don’t believe me? You think that I tell lies?
My advice to you, my friend: Open both your eyes!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Unpunctuated

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Indigo Bush (Psorothamnus fremontii), Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


in tangled places
stories tumble line by line
unpunctuated
 
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Within the shadows great surprises hide.

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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