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Threat

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Another sizzling day begins, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 

first day of autumn—
an equatorial threat
knifing through the trees

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Plotlines

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Midwinter sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase purloined from A Year in the World: Journeys of a Passionate Traveller by Frances Mayes.
 


~~ 1 ~~
 
on a yellow plate
a stack of toast tall enough
to touch the full moon
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Against a stone wall
the notes from a temple bell
cling like morning mist.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
adorned with flowers—
some scarlet, some lavender—
his daughter’s casket
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a tall limestone cross—
seven dead chrysanthemums
scattered at its base
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a few splats of rain
and her daydream is ruined—
midsummer morning
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
searching for a house
where three children play jump-rope
till the supper call
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Under an awning
the desperate lovers touch
and kiss each other.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
plotting the places
where she might run from his threats—
not enough to count
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
The man who sells forks
hides them from a group on tour—
his suspicious eyes.

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Threat

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Overcast day, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


hoping to reach home
before the lowering clouds
carry out their threat

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Tanka Times Three

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From this week’s smorgasbord of words, I have chosen: free, dash, flee, threat, scent, try
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
birth pangs at midnight
the poem in my belly
kicking to be free—
the dash to my writing desk
for a quick delivery
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
ravenous turtle
lumbering through the garden—
terrified gnats flee
from the threat of extinction
deep in the turtle’s gullet
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
From phantom kitchens
voluptuous scents erupt
over the city—
sniffing at the fragrant air,
I try to quell my hunger.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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