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Guide

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A swallowtail butterfly is depicted in this detail from a mosaic in Springville, California.
 


Yellow butterfly,
the journey’s fraught with danger—
will you be my guide?


 
Photo and haiku © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Advice


Uncommon
Names:
Cadoc
Omari
Murton
Mieczyslaw
Ovadia—
Never give your baby one of these!

Acrostic poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

 

Sunrise

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Sunrise in Yuma County, Arizona is a glorious sight.
 


Is this the sunrise
for which you have been waiting?
Blackbird, speak to me!

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher


If Poems…


If poems were written as lists,
Or tattooed on foreheads or wrists,
We’d see them quite well,
But after a spell,
We’d tire of their turns and their twists.


Limerick © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Hunter

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A narrow street is lined with souvenir shops, in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México.
 


souvenir hunter
rushes to find a bargain
before her flight home

 
© by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Retreat

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The stone hogan, at Hubbell Trading Post, Ganado, Arizona often serves as a retreat for artists.
 


This little retreat’s made of stone,
A great place for being alone
And working on art.
You’re ready to start?
Good! Make sure you turn off your phone!

Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Liminal Space


Let us create a liminal space,
One that’s suffused with mercy and grace;
Perhaps in the barn, or someplace out back,
Where time like cold water leaks through a crack
And spills to the bank of the river that comes
Roaring through gorges and blots out the sun.
So what if the stones are stacked ten feet deep?
So what if the path before us is steep?
So what if we slip while trudging along
Singing our watery, liminal song?
All will be well, for nothing will last;
Soon we’ll be gone—the night’s coming fast.

 
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher

April Longing


Guided by flowers,
I have found my way to you
fragrance by fragrance.
 
My little basket
holds April’s choicest blossoms—
they are all for you.
 
This April evening
I come, but find your door locked—
won’t you let me in?

 
© by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blackbird, Blackbird


Blackbird, blackbird perching in the tree,
What is this song you’re singing to me?
Where did you find it? Under a stone?
Maybe it came from the dead man’s bone.
Strange is the tune, and odd are the words—
Mysteries held by no other birds.
 
Blackbird, blackbird, the stories you tell—
Some are of heaven, some are of hell.
Everything’s cryptic, nothing is clear;
You sing, I quake with frissons of fear.
Blackbird, blackbird, will you ever cease
Singing dark songs and give me some peace?

 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

My Companions


Words are my companions,
I take them everywhere:
Stone and pine and blackbird,
Porcupine and bear.
 
Words are my companions,
I hug them to myself:
Fork and spoon and teacup,
Honey, pantry, shelf.
 
Words are my companions,
I treasure every one;
Verbs and prepositions
Roll right off my tongue
 
Along with a salacious
Adjective or two;
Words are my companions—
I love what they can do!

 
 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher