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Wine into Water
Water heals her wound
the evidence comes
as a scar blossoms in her flesh
like smoke rising
from burning leaves
it has been a long struggle
sometimes she dreams
of lying in her casket
when this nightmare is over
but for now her thoughts are clearing
maybe Jesus is turning her wine
into water
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #243
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More Sunday’s Whirligig #243
More Pantry of Poetry and Prose #7 at Poets United
Tranquility
Santa Fe National Cemetery, New Mexico
a place of quiet
far from the raging battle—
shadows cleanse each wound
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Bits
~~ 1 ~~
another country
without a single border
touching the Black Sea
~~ 2 ~~
fleece of the black sheep
tossed on the shearing room floor
among the white ones
~~ 3 ~~
Fill the empty cup
with your broken promises
and your hollow words.
~~ 4 ~~
seal beneath the pier
keeping out of the limelight
till the tourists leave
~~ 5 ~~
glass jar of pickles—
summer captured in a quart
for the winter feast
~~ 6 ~~
clown on the corner—
no one pays him any mind
except on Sundays
~~ 7 ~~
wound round her forehead
a crimson strip of muslin
stained with her own blood
~~ 8 ~~
sound of glass breaking
in ten thousand Jewish shops—
Hitler’s thugs at work
~~ 9 ~~
burst of energy
just before the finish line
claiming victory
~~ 10 ~~
tumbleweeds rolling
down deserted avenues
heralds of despair
~~ 11 ~~
(instill)
~~ 12 ~~
(emit)
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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