Our fictional President Pooh
Got his tan from a bottle, it’s true,
But he rubbed too much in,
And it gave his old skin
A tomato-stained tupperware hue.
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
Minnesota Spirit
–Photo by me
our galactic place
are we
unknown,
in cloistered swirl,
and not yet citizens?
or
are we
alone,
an oyster’s pearl,
the only denizens?
time will tell
or not
wordless wed 11/14/18
–photo by me (in my yard)
Winter’s Maid
Winter’s maid
Arrived last night,
I see now by the dawn;
There’s fresh-fluffed
Pillows all in white
And clean sheets
On the lawn.
haiku 49
smiling glass lips part
endless rows of crystal teeth
shatter on the rocks
–photo by me
wordless wed 11/7/18
–photo by me
the shot
with just the right spot
and right time of day
he aims for the shot
starts clicking away
with morning soon breaking
he captures his prey
by taking and making
the shot of the day
–photo by me
trick or treat
it’s always too cold
threatening to snow
but off we go
kids in tow
costumes ill-fitting
little ones lagging
talking of quitting
shopping bags dragging
finally they fold
we got to go
it’s always too cold
threatening to snow
wordless wed 10/31/18
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 