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Weird Little Tales


winter afternoon—
a rich layer of new snow
blanketing the earth
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
In weary silence
she gazes into the flames,
seeking an omen.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
nothing fancier
than her cream-colored straw hat
with its pink ribbon
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
A wooden clothespin—
she touches it to her tongue
and then to her palms.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Over her shoulder
she tosses a tangerine,
hoping for good luck.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Spiteful old women
hurl curses at their husbands
for small transgressions.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Through a small window
she sees the plural of goose
landing on the pond.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
A life for herself—
no more peeling potatoes,
she thinks with a sigh.

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #146
   
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Look at the women


Look at the women
in their enormous jackets.
Some are writing
and some are drawing
on this crisp autumn morning.
They have stories to tell,
some short and some long,
in words or in charcoal.
You see them here
and elsewhere,
and think:
I will tell my story too.
Even if it falls flat,
it will be worth the effort.

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #129
   
More Poetry Pantry #371 at Poets United 

Laughter

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A mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 
 

Listen to girls laugh—
no two are alike.
One’s laughter is sweet,
the other’s rings of deceit.
The best laughter
(think of someone you know)
surprises you
like hair falling
across your eyes
just as the blackbird
lifts off to fly
and all you can see
is a wingtip
and then it is gone.
Yet of life’s ten thousand joys
this is only one.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #122
   
More Poetry Pantry #364 at Poets United

Prayer in Time of Drought

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Lord, the little plants need water.
 
Send Your healing rain.
 
Let the sound of its falling
 
refresh my weary soul
 
as I walk barefoot through the garden,
 
damp earth beneath my feet,
 
thinking of all Your marvelous ways—
 
how You never force Yourself upon me,
 
but like light that warms or blinds,
 
You come to me each day,
 
inviting me to choose,
 
and in this time of drought
 
I choose blindness.
 
Dazzle me with Your presence
 
in each drop of rain.

 

Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #301
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #58

Timeless Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
 
feeble old woman
attempting to bathe herself—
soap slips from her hand
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
finding a table
where we can sip tea and think
about the next steps
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
in his little shop
the sharpener of razors
stropping the last one
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
outside her window
the tinkling of bronze wind chimes
as darkness descends
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
bowls on the table—
in the azure one a storm
brewing in the broth
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
a wicker hamper
filled with sweet and sour dumplings—
lovers’ picnic feast
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
humming to himself
as he reaches for the hose—
thirsty gardener
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
longing to partake
of sweet and juicy gossip—
the famine women
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
a bowl of olives
alarming the residents
of the nursing home
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
A bag of poems—
the apple seller hides it
behind the last bin.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
I share this secret
with you and with the north wind—
autumn is coming.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
An almond wafer—
if it could speak my language,
I would not eat it.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #256
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #11

Afternoon

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Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 


afternoon shadows
I love them too much to think
the moon will melt them

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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