When my mind’s a mess
I go see my therapist–
Ol’ Mother Nature!
I walk into the woods to
Find my way out of the woods
–Photo by me
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
Paper Planes
I read my poem
To an old friend
He thought it
Was about him
It caught me so
Off guard when
He began to sob
It was meant to
Be humorous
Seeing him cry
Brought tears to
My eyes as well
So there we sat
Two grown men
Sobbing together
over a silly poem
About time travel
* * *
poems are paper planes
sent in the night to touchdown
in secret places
–Photo by me
shot of the day 11/22/20
caution: deer crossing
–photo by me
my indigo child
my indigo child
would go places i
wouldn’t
she always did things
the other kids
couldn’t
and she knew of things
that a young child
shouldn’t
my beautiful
indigo child
–photo/art by me
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a white rainbow formed in a squall
so i gave mother nature a call
she said her new printer
will default to winter
when colors run out in the fall
–photo by me
sweet sundown
i savor
the flavor
of butterscotch skies
with brown sugar clouds
in a buttery blend
i stir up
the syrup
my finger held high
and slide the sun down
as another day ends
–photo by me
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the cold dark pines
cradle a golden nest of
precious morning light
–photo by me
wordless wed 10/28/20
–photos by me
Invasion
Suddenly they began dropping from the afternoon sky by the millions: vast hordes of tiny invading aliens, blocking out the sun and reducing visibility to near-zero with their little white parachutes. We all ran into the house and watched from the windows, as the siege continued into the night with no sign of letting up.
We thought we were doomed.
But then, a few hours before dawn, a fierce October wind kicked up out of nowhere, and the entire alien army was blasted high into the turbulent sky, completely out of control. After thrashing about violently at the mercy of the powerful gusts, the alien army was soon annihilated.
In the morning, we awoke to nearly a foot of parachutes.
(Photos by me, rev. from 10/17)
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the deepest secrets
of the cosmos are written
in every stone
I found this stone on one of my constitutionals into the Superior National Forest. It almost seems as though it has a message encoded in its structure, and for all I know, it might.
–Photo by me
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