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Nonsense to Celebrate Daylight Saving Time
Water spilling from a cup—
Will you help me wipe it up?
Grass is crying in the rain—
Watch out now, here comes a train!
Throw the broken plate away,
And then ask your friend to play.
Sing and sway, don’t rock the boat!
Just remember: Stones can’t float!
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Pains and Pleasures
Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a line taken from The Surrender Tree by Margarita Engle.
~~ 1 ~~
shaded by mangos
two old men going for broke
telling more tall tales
~~ 2 ~~
fragrant white flowers—
a glint of midday sunlight
sharpening their scent
~~ 3 ~~
hands of the women
lifted in ecstatic praise
to the rising sun
~~ 4 ~~
deep in the forest
where mossy old trees sway—
a whiff of danger
~~ 5 ~~
the ears of a horse
disappearing at sundown—
midwinter madness
~~ 6 ~~
a hat on a stick—
one look and ravenous crows
flee to the next field
~~ 7 ~~
on hidden beaches
the fierce and oppressive hush
of desolation
~~ 8 ~~
the darting of bats
bears witness to succulent
insects in the air
~~ 9 ~~
protected by words
that keep every woe at bay—
two praying women
~~ 10 ~~
chocolate and coffee—
our guilty Sunday pleasures
an hour before Mass
Poems © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry
More Sunday’s Whirligig #43
Fishing Tales
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seven fishing boats
rocking imperceptibly
in a gentle swell
~~ 2 ~~
fishing line tangles
twice around the willow limb—
Elijah returns
~~ 3 ~~
fishing through the mess
in the middle desk drawer—
pages torn from Psalms
~~ 4 ~~
fishing from the bridge
with a stolen rod and reel—
Egypt lies downstream
~~ 5 ~~
how her heart aches
fishing for compliments
that never come
~~ 6 ~~
deep-water fishing—
nothing God says in mercy
keeps Jonah on land
~~ 7 ~~
sharp prongs of lightning—
a fleet of fishing trawlers
limping back to shore
~~ 8 ~~
fishing boots with holes—
watching prophets weave and sway
limping round puddles
~~ 9 ~~
guts bloody the sink
from this morning’s fishing trip
to Lake Galilee
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #198
More Carpe Diem: “Fishing”
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 157
