lost in the forest
on this frigid, frantic night–
a porchlight brings tears
with luck, I may never know
the true value of some things
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
wordless wed 2/6/19
–photo by me
six word stories — 13
“Is that Celsius or Fahrenheit?”
“Both.”
haiku 56
nearing the hilltop
my shadow threatens to leap
into the blue sky
–photo by me
man in the middle
looking inward
there is only self
looking outward
there is only self
but in that abyss
between the two
man was created
and there the self
may become lost
babies (cinquain)
babies
endearing, enraging
laughing, drinking, bawling
concentrated versions of ourselves
spawn
wordless wed 1/30/19
–photo by my son, Aaron
little water bear
the little water bear
is the king of survival
with millions of years
since his species arrival
he can live in the desert
or on cold mountaintops
he can swim the deep sea
or the smallest of drops
he can go anywhere
he can live any place
from a volcanic mud
to the vacuum of space
like most other bears
there’s little he fears
he can hibernate too
for a hundred long years
he will outlive us all
for he has no true rival
this little water bear
is the king of survival
limerick 6
this morning the sun is so bright
that it’s flooding my household with light
but out in the snow
it’s still forty below
too bad it’s all bark and no bite
the fire within (tanka)
she lifted her hood
and melted my heart even
at twenty below
the temp outside has little
to do with the fire within
michaeljordahl 