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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

Looking for My Mind


I keep looking for my mind, but looking is hard work.
Some folks watching me, I’m sure, consider me a jerk.
If I could find my rightful mind, maybe I could play,
Be lighthearted once again, and laugh the livelong day.
But finding minds ain’t easy; and mine’s been lost so long,
It would take a miracle to right this bitter wrong.

 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Weekly Scribblings #59 at Poets and Storytellers United: “I’m looking for a mind at work”

 

Uncrushed

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Once upon a time a brilliant crimson zinnia bloomed at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 
 

After last night’s tryst,
 
one uncrushed flower still lies
 
in the zinnia bed.

 
 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Weekly Scribblings #57 at Poets and Storytellers United

Jump-rope Rhymes: Pulling Punches


Pulling punches,
fixing lunches—
something has to give!
 
Having hunches
and long brunches—
what a way to live!
 
See, she scrunches
as she munches
carrots from a sieve!
 
Plant some runches,
harvest bunches—
don’t forget your shiv!

 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Weekly Scribblings #56 at Poets and Storytellers United

Convoluted Kinships


I don’t want to be my mother,
I don’t want to be my dad;
Maybe I will be the brother
To the sis I never had.
 
Convoluted kinships? Got ’em!
You can tell my life’s a mess,
Just about to hit rock bottom—
’Cause I’m not my mom, I guess!


 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Weekly Scribblings #55 at Poets and Storytellers United

Knowing


What I know now is not what I knew then;
If I could know how, perhaps I’d know when.
But why should I want to know anything
When knowing’s the root of all suffering?


 
 
Poems © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Weekly Scribblings #54 at Poets and Storytellers United

Dream Tune

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A trumpet player delights the audience at an outdoor jazz concert in Yuma, Arizona.
 


In the year’s first dream,
a jazzman plays me a tune—
my feet know the way.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More Weekly Scribblings #42 at Poets and Storytellers United

No Tongues

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Cacti and a palo verde tree cast shadows in a courtyard of Mission San Xavier del Bac, Tucson, Arizona.
 


Winter afternoon—
they have no tongues, these shadows,
yet their speech is clear.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More Weekly Scribblings #41 at Poets and Storytellers United

Light Show

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On a winter morning the sun rises in Wellton, Arizona.
 


winter pilgrimage—
walking away from darkness
and into the light

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher

 
A new haiku for Weekly Scribblings #40 at Poets and Storytellers United

It’s All in the Bones

First there was this:


fingers framed by light
clutching an old rosary
carved of human bone

 
 
And now there is this:
 


My rosary isn’t mere stones.
It’s carved out of various bones:
Bones of a lizard!
Bones of a wizard!
In some darkling way it atones.

 
 
Poems © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher