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Let Us Decorate in Silence


Let us decorate in silence
While the wind chimes ring with glee;
Let us warm ourselves with whisky
Splashed in steaming cups of tea.
 
It is plain our house needs something
To revive its heart and soul;
Let us lift a glass in hope, dear,
Nibbling cake and jelly roll.
 
Far too long we’ve had too little
And our home has had no heat;
Let us eat some peanut brittle,
Then our joy will be complete.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Smile

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“Nuestra Señora del Refugio de los Pecadores,” artist unknown, Museo Zacatecano, Zacatecas, México
 


After seven frosts,
a smile transcending seasons
warms the coldest heart.

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Haiku My Heart, and Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Anvil

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The smithy, Cattle Track Arts Compound, Scottsdale, Arizona
 


seven ways of frost—
not even the blacksmith’s breath
warms the anvil’s horn

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Offerings

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~~ 1 ~~
 
a town with no name
not found on any road map
where she wants to be
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Thirty-seven goats
invade the apple orchard,
stripping each tree clean.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
swooping from the sky
ravenous owl zeroes in
on a hapless mouse
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
her frigid fingers
fumbling with the top button
of her overcoat
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
noncommittal shrugs
from his wife of twenty years
to round out his day
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
zodiac lover
consulting her horoscope
for the seventh time
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
always debating
every possible option
with her garden shears
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
an icy sidewalk—
the old woman slips and slides
on the homeward way
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Midwinter huddle—
the homeless men are cursing
their lack of warm coats.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
pressing together
the edges of her knife cuts
to start their healing

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #287
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #44

Rebozo

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A frisson of grief—
even the black rebozo
cannot warm her bones.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More September Heights 2013: “Black”