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If You Are Not a Reader


If you wait until the end comes, friend—
the end of the world, I mean—
to pick up a book and read,
you will never find out
how love and lust,
though cousins, differ,
and why one is far superior to the other.
Luck may sometimes nudge you in the right direction,
toward love and not toward lust,
but how lucky can you be if you are not a reader?

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #165
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Lust”

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Another Whirl with Fay

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Each haiku begins with a phrase shamelessly purloined from various haiku in Fay Aoyagi’s In Borrowed Shoes. (The first whirl with Fay Aoyagi is available here.)
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
hole in my sweater—
yearning for a scrap of yarn
for mending the gap
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
shadow with no name
perched atop the robin’s head
daring it to sing
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
snip of the scissors—
desecrating the blue dress
he gave her last year
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
a custody case—
burning the uncut transcript
seven years later
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
day for flying kites—
tiny specks in the distance
fighting their restraints
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
heat of the stone wall—
even my white umbrella
is wilting today
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
first dandelions
going to seed in my lawn—
delicate subject
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
for the butterfly
a post for a resting place
till the next milkweed
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
a praying mantis—
matins under the petals
of a yellow rose
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
red quince blooming
until the drunk gardener
misses with his shears
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
morning glory seeds
their plight remaining hopeless
while they lie on stone
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
a story inside
one dark stone in the river—
druidic voices

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #240
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 200