Author: michaeljordahl

Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic

The Fall of Light

jaded light

The sober morning light

Promised a clear new day

With a harsh resolution

To see things as they were,

But after reflecting about

The woes of the world

For the entire daytime,

She had become jaded

And her judgement faded;

Later that same evening,

She was spotted at a beach

In a wine-colored dress

With bare feet in the sand,

Deliciously inebriated

And watching a pale moon

Rising over caliginous waves.

If I Had a Shop

chandelier

If I had a shop

I would fill up the shelves

With amethyst angels

And emerald elves

And black onyx panthers

With rubies for eyes

And lithe topaz fairies

As blue as the skies

I’d have turquoise tortoises

Buddhas of jade

And solid gold watch fobs

With diamonds in-laid

There’d be tiger’s eye lions

And quartz crystal cats

Peridot puppies

And sapphire bats

Yes, if I had a shop

I would light up the scene

With a huge chandelier

Made of aquamarine

To Mom

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There’s a dip in the road

Up on Ravenstone Ridge

Where it crosses Wine Creek

On an old wooden bridge.

I remember my dad

With us kids in the Ford–

How we flew down that road!

How he had “The Bomb” floored!

When we got to the dip,

We were launched into space

With us kids and the dog

Flying all over the place,

And my dad laughed so hard

When we flew in The Bomb,

But he made us kids swear

We would never tell mom!

 

–Photo by me

autumn of life

autumn of life

lives and leaves

are torn

from their trees

and borne

upon autumn winds

they dip

and swoon and race

madly

across the face

of the moon

scattering afar

until at last

they spiral down

to the earth

to form

that final mound

after all

we all fall down

 

Hurt/Anger

I don’t really believe there is such an animal as anger–it’s an evolved response to stimuli that might otherwise kill us if we pussyfoot (what a word) around too much.  It seems to be the filter for the one feeling we as humans can’t seem to handle: being hurt.

There was a guy down the street from here that shot his ex-lover outside a bar with a freakin’ deer rifle. He felt hurt, I’m sure, but he couldn’t handle that so he turned it into anger and now he lives in prison. If we could just admit to  such a simple thing that as humans we can feel hurt, maybe things like the Las Vegas shootings, or a women being shot down the street with a deer rifle could be avoided.