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Weapons and Three Blackbirds


For though we live in the world we are not carrying on a worldly war, for the weapons of our warfare are not worldly, but have divine power to destroy strongholds.

 
Second Corinthians 10:3-4, Revised Standard Version
 


who can understand
the subtle ways of blackbirds—
a red plum ripens
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
for the long journey
one tattered blackbird feather
as a talisman
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
at the break of day
filling an empty white cup
with the blackbird’s song

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Weapon”

Four Tanka

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~~ 1 ~~
 
Sing me a riddle:
How many crooked pathways
make a journey whole?
How much food for sustenance
will you need on the long walk?
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Making no progress
while trying to navigate
her soul’s deep waters,
she struggles to breathe slowly
to conserve her energy.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Murmuring prayers
that could double as weapons,
a renegade priest
transforms wine into water—
his convoluted world view.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Run to the orchard!
It is time to name the fruit
clinging to the trees,
and to pick the juiciest
with your deft and practiced hand.

 
Tanka © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 221

Pared

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~~ 1 ~~
 
murmuring prayers
that could double as weapons—
a renegade priest
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
secrets of the moth
dazzling the shaman’s daughter
in her quest for truth
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Old men in turbans
move with deliberation
toward the temple square.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
deserted mission—
adobe bricks eroding
in the wind and rain
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
for seventy years
choking on her resentments
bitter old woman
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
a dusty garden
its broken-down gates groaning
with every stray breeze
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the drooping candles
on a chocolate birthday cake—
each forgotten dream
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
lighting up her dreams
sparks of remembered gunfire
from Afghanistan
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
pared to her essence
by an explosive device—
only stumps for legs
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
bits of body parts
left beside the road to rot
where the bomb went off

 
Poems © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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