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Writing letters

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 
 

I would work harder
at writing letters
if I thought someone
would open the envelope.
There’s something satisfying
about going to my desk,
sweeping aside the rejection slips
from my latest failed poem,
and writing to friends,
a different one each day.
Despite my devotion
to penning words on paper,
few friends reply,
and I have to remind myself
that letter writing
is about to pass away
into that realm where
rotary dial telephones,
carbon paper, and chalkboards
are of blessed memory.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #123
   
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Little Ditties

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~~ 1 ~~
 
leaning on a stone
late into the afternoon—
Thoreau at Walden
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
even in the heat
setting a kettle to boil—
daily ritual
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Startled by the cry
of a ripening cherry,
the old man stumbles.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a place of refuge
where only those dressed in white
find a welcome mat
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
everyone singing
a sequence of off-key notes—
the cacophony
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
murmuring a prayer
taken from an old straw hat
found in the gutter
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
hidden in darkness
a 14-carat gold ring
duller than a stone
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
outside the bedroom
something indiscernible
lurking in the dark
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the can full of nails
wrapped round and round with a chain
everything rusting
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
after fire and flood
not even a single thought
of starting over
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
into the bookshop
one shoe off and one shoe on
for a reading fix
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
the other story
about the nifty gadget
no one can invent

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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