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Text Me a Message


Text me a message before I am gone,
Before waving shadows cover my lawn.
Candles and peaches, not rats in a bowl—
Text me of these things to cheer up my soul.
Don’t text about fences shredded by fate,
Just stick to the truth, let’s have a clean slate.
The truth being this, and always will be:
I’m made for you, dear, and you’re made for me.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

No Saddle


gazing at the text
from her lover far away—
a taste of honey
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
stifling afternoon
without the cooling breezes
she was hoping for
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Sweltering June day—
the old abbot stubs his toe
near the temple gate.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
nursing home at dusk—
the glint in her eyes dimming
as she sees the end
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
no saddle, no reins
on the untamed horse called death—
her wild ride forward

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Seasons

Leaf melange photo Leafmelange_zps85e4bc52.jpg
Melange of autumn leaves near the banks of Cache la Poudre River, Fort Collins, Colorado
 


among the brown ones
a single red maple leaf—
autumn’s tattered texts
in the middle of a book
that the author never ends

 
Text © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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