“Dads are the most ordinary men turned by love into heroes…”
–Pam Brown
–Photo by me, at Grandma’s Marathon in Duluth, MN
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
tattered
slightly tattered wings
grace a butterfly in my
slightly tattered world
imperfection is the key
to the door of creation
–photo by me
dark secrets
dark trees ferment in forests deep
and stand in silent semi-sleep
with roots entangled underground
like secrets that we keep
and thus adjoined they won’t betray
the web of roots they hide away
but made of wood and not of stone
they all will fall one day
–photo by me
retirement
me and the old dog
on the porch doing nothing
but remembering–
remembering, that is,
how to be happy again
Scam
I met a man
Who had a plan
To make me
Very rich,
And I was low
On cash and so
I listened to
His pitch:
For a fee,
He shared
With me
The secret scam
He knew,
And if you send
Ten dollars,
Friend,
I’ll share it
With you too.
Six Word Stories — 3
Tubby’s exercising plans didn’t work out.
sun’s a bitch
we three were
a merry three
the sun
the wind
and me
we danced
with ease
upon a breeze
while daisies
bowed in
verdant leas
but then the
wind was
called away
and couldn’t
stay to play
one day
the sun and I
we really tried
to have some
fun beneath
blue skies
but soon
I found our
friendship
thinned
until at last
the truth
sunk in
the sun’s
a bitch
without
the wind
wordless wednesday 6-6-18
–photo by me
summer city sounds
a distant siren dutifully
ricochets all around the
tall downtown buildings
in the summer city heat
across from my bus stop
the children at the park
erupt with intermittent
piercing primal screams
a dog with a death-wish
howls every 2.5 minutes
as a jet passes overhead
and the traffic surges on
yet through all the noise
I can still hear my bus as
it accelerates into traffic
a good 4 stop lights away
haiku 35
dragonfly squadrons
flying mosquito patrols
are a welcome sight
–photo by me
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