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Bring Me a Poem


Bring me a poem from somewhere, bring me a poem well done.
I hope it’s about the woman, folding her shirt in the sun.
Let her be standing and watching the fox with the crooked grin,
While saying, “Nothing’s the matter that cannot be cured by sin.”
She hands her shirt to the vixen, still grinning there in the sun,
Wondering why she bothers to do work that is never done.
This is a poem from somewhere, perhaps from the watercourse,
A poem no person can sing right, only the spotted horse.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #229

Six for Sunday

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Dried teasel, Yavapai County, Arizona
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
autumn afternoon—
in the park two young women
kissing each other
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
watching the old dog
try to lift his left hind leg
to spray the fire plug
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
unexpected breeze
throws my paper boat off course—
autumn afternoon
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
leaves in the tea bowl
sinking down to the bottom—
I heed the omen
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
impossible task—
keeping the stone on my back
while running 5k
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
my neighbor’s mongrel—
how perfectly she retrieves
the little red ball
 

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Macro Monday 2
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #84
 
More Poetry Pantry #327 at Poets United

Watching

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Upper Lake Mary, Coconino National Forest, Arizona
 


Under the pine, someone is watching.

 
Text and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Six-Word Saturday
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
 
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Watching”

Keeping

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Chapel of Santo Niño de Atocha, Chimayo, New Mexico
 


Their watching faces
keeping every stranger safe—
Holy Family.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Ruby Tuesday Too
 
More Carpe Diem: “Their Watching Faces”
 
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon: Day 3