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A woman wrapped in water

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Reflections in the duck pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

A woman wrapped in water
will try to surprise you
summer afternoons
as you are cultivating bean rows
in your long-neglected garden.
She will come,
bearing a blade in her hand,
from the place across the road,
where ice melted months ago.
Gulp at her appearing, if you must,
but do not let her speak.
Cut her off,
or with subtle words
and artifice and craft
she will begin turning you
into a pond or puddle, and laugh
when the deed is accomplished.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #125
   
More Poetry Pantry #367 at Poets United

Bits and Pieces

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~~ 1 ~~
 
leaning on his cane
grandpa in the nursing home
ogles the nurses
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
cat in the kitchen
unwinding a ball of yarn
with his white-tipped paw
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
rushing out the door
without glancing backward once—
terrified priestess
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
ravenous seagull
hovering near the dumpster—
last night’s crumbs for lunch
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
summer afternoon—
the ringing of clear laughter
from the neighbor’s yard
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
out-of-date lenses—
a minor blur in vision
makes him look again
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
rusting ship’s anchor
cast down at the water’s edge—
one crab scuttles by
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
old man’s rheumy eyes
flicker in recognition
in the nursing home
 

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #316
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #73

Pajarito

 

Haiga © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Birds”

Prayer in Time of Drought

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Lord, the little plants need water.
 
Send Your healing rain.
 
Let the sound of its falling
 
refresh my weary soul
 
as I walk barefoot through the garden,
 
damp earth beneath my feet,
 
thinking of all Your marvelous ways—
 
how You never force Yourself upon me,
 
but like light that warms or blinds,
 
You come to me each day,
 
inviting me to choose,
 
and in this time of drought
 
I choose blindness.
 
Dazzle me with Your presence
 
in each drop of rain.

 

Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #301
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #58

Hardscrabble

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Rusting gate on an abandoned irrigation ditch, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 

hardscrabble farmer
disturbed by dreams of water
no longer flowing

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Bowl

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Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


the water beggar
lifting up his wooden bowl
morning by morning

 
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Dreams

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~~ 1 ~~
 
sharpening pencils
with the word vicinity
niggling at my mind
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
some magic liquid
to summon seven wonders
from the shallow pond
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
three shorebirds piping
songs to the dunes at daybreak—
their liquid voices
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
lying down to dream
after bicycling twelve miles
buffeted by wind
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a big bowl of dreams
swimming in natural broth
spoon ready to dip
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
a thin stream of juice
thinner than water or light
in leftover dreams
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
dreaming at midnight—
in the distance a cabin
with an open door

 
Haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #273
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #28

Safe

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~~ 1 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
one straight line of a love note
hidden in a book
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
the limit of her patience
with its fraying edge
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
a lane ensconced in shadows
somewhere in south Wales
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
safe from prying ears
the sound of wasted water
dripping down a drain
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
all the pornographic parts
snipped and snapped and tossed
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
forgotten case of whisky
underneath the stairs
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
the old farmhouse east of town
where black widows weave
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
a single grain of sugar
underneath the bowl
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
children hidden in the reeds
near the river’s bend
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
safe from prying eyes
the way that leads from bondage
through a parting sea
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
safe from prying ears
the sound of Gaza’s mothers
weeping for their dead

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #213
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 173
 
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