an old crooked cross
leans into the cold north wind
its paint coat long gone
–photo by me
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
mr. president
mr. president
reach across
and you’ll find
it’s not hard
to be kind
we are all
intertwined
there’s enough
for us all
so I plead
don’t be blind
give yourself
peace of mind
for the sake
of mankind
do away
with your wall
me
wordless wed 12/5/18
–photo by me
Six Word Stories
One woman. Two men. Three fights.
haiku 51
the sparse green army
stands guarding the hill against
mighty blue forces
–photo by me
nightsnow
sometimes
little galaxies
fall from
the night sky
and swirl
to the ground
sometimes
powdered stardust
borne on
the cosmic wind
settles
on our world
sometimes
it’s a mass
invasion
of tiny aliens
hanging
from parachutes
sometimes
a blizzard of
asteroids
in your headlights
threatens
your spacecraft
sometimes
wordless wed 11/28/18
–photo by me
True Colors
I know it is said
That roses are red
And violets are blue–
But neither is true.
The colors we see
Are only reflected;
Those that the flowers
So promptly rejected,
And those they absorb
Cannot be detected.
It is said, too, I know
That our true colors show
And people see through–
But neither is true.
haiku 50
in golden sunlight
the snow burns with flaxen flames
vestiges of fall
–photo by me
limerick 3
a mink had a drink with a skunk
and the skunk got the mink really drunk
for the mink didn’t think
that the skunk had a stink
but the skunk knew his stink really stunk
michaeljordahl 