In a field of strange surprises, one chipped cup appears;
Yellow roses near the lip have faded with the years.
A clothesline pinned with tables, along with rusty tools,
Earns heaps of raw derision from mouths of Sunday fools.
They say the world is flooding and seas are black with ink.
But who knows what the truth is, and who knows what to think?
The end of time’s upon us, and dust coats every shelf.
But what’s the use of cleaning? Just leave that to the elf.
More The Whirligig #260
More Writers’ Pantry #14 at Poets and Storytellers United
Before the mountains were born,
Or there were stains in the sea,
God put his mouth to a horn
And blasted out notes with glee!
I’m tired of drinking coffee, tired of drinking tea;
Give me chicken breasts and thighs for eternity!
I heard three tigers breathing, I thought my time had come,
But then the fiercest tiger was turned into a plum
By the surging murmur of a wizened wizard’s breath,
And now I can’t help singing how I escaped from death!
Poems © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #213
More Poetry Pantry #479 at Poets United
There’s wisdom in what’s dulcet,
And wisdom in what’s tart.
The old grow ripe with longing
For youth’s resilient heart.
Time proves our ground of being
To be both false and stale.
Come, my friend, let’s toast the dead
With green and bitter ale.
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #184
More Poetry Pantry #425 at Poets United
A stone-lined pathway at Wupatki National Monument, Northern Arizona
power of the wind—
reducing stones to rubble
one grain at a time
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Wind Power”
Plaza de Armas, Zacatecas, México
August sunset, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
A deep depression near The Citadel, Wupatki National Monument, Northern Arizona
A variety of aloe in bloom, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Sweeping the garden
of debris from last night’s storm,
I’ve time to ponder
these golden aloe blossoms
near the Buddha at the well.
Each haiku or senryu begins with a phrase gleaned from Basho: The Complete Haiku.
~~ 1 ~~
gazing at buckwheat
seven crows collaborate
on a thieving plan
~~ 2 ~~
a singing skylark—
I listen without breathing
to the joyful sound
~~ 3 ~~
the melon flower
after the children throw stones
who will care for it
~~ 4 ~~
a year of troubles
lived without compromising
~~ 5 ~~
Are you the butterfly
that will serve to guide my steps
on the long journey?
~~ 6 ~~
the source of sadness
in their small community—
~~ 7 ~~
a white azalea
blooming in a state of grace—
my neighbor’s garden
~~ 8 ~~
the muddy melon
they chat about its sweetness
in the market stall
~~ 9 ~~
to admire the wind
she must have had no contact
with it since childhood
~~ 10 ~~
by winter showers
decades of matrimony
washing down the street
~~ 11 ~~
a vendor of greens—
concerns about the collards
make for sleepless nights
~~ 12 ~~
no time to buy one before
the next train departs
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #216
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 176
Garden bench at Sanguinetti House Museum, Yuma, Arizona
School year’s over—it’s sittin’ time!
~~ ~~ ~~
drifting to the bench,
easing down to meditate—
honey on her tongue