a band of boulders
are caught sneaking from the woods–
toward my garden
–photo by me
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
metal forest
the constructs of man
the quickest of apes
arise from the ground
in arboresque shapes
betraying perhaps
the wishes he could
return to the trees
and trade metal
for wood
Photo of the Day
Making magic in the forest this morning. Having fun with my son.
–Photo by my son, Aaron
wordless wed 4/17/19
–photo by me
day and night
day
sunlit, stark
struggling, connecting, hurrying
playing to our facade
sunward
night
starlit, dark
snuggling, reflecting, worrying
praying to our god
starward
I would know
If I had been
Born long ago
There’s certain things
That I would know
viscerally
I would’ve felt
It all along
That slavery
Is cruel and wrong
absolutely
Men and women
I’d surmise
Are equal in
Their maker’s eyes
naturally
I’d stand upon
The highest ground
And I would know
That Earth is round
certainly
And standing there
Beneath the sun
I’d know that all
Of life is one
easily
six word stories — 17
Isabelle has her last vet visit.
My cat Isabelle is 17 years old, and she’s going to the vet today to be euthanized. My soul bleeds. Sorry, couldn’t keep it to just 6 words.
–photo by me
photo of the day
It’s not a good time to be a bunny in Minnesota. They are turning brown now, and we’re getting a blizzard today that might dump over a foot of new snow on us. These mottled bunnies will be easy targets for the wolves. April blizzards bring…
–photo by me
wordless wed 4/10/19
–photo by me
used by a poem
barely a seed
it starts deep
in your soul
it springs up
and blossoms
quite out
of control
it zigs
and it zags
shuffling into
some verse
and it bleeds
on your paper
for better
or worse
it may be
an epic
or just
home
sweet
home
whatever
you write
you’ve been
used by
a poem
(orig. post 12/16)
michaeljordahl 