in my dreams
i create
an entire realm,
and i live there
not knowing
that i’m
at the helm.
so how do
i know that
right here,
right now,
this isn’t
a world
i’m creating
somehow?
–photo by me
thoughts at the river
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
silent sunday 8/2/26
–photos by me
magic words? (shadorma)
you once said,
“pass thru this portal
made of green
leaves and wood,
and you’ll become immortal!”–
well, so far, so good.
–photo by me
in tune
i felt so in tune
at the door of my tent;
a night at the lake
had been time well-spent.
just then, from the mist,
came the call of a loon;
his mate quickly answered–
far off, but in tune.
–photo by me
silent sunday 7/26/26
–photos by me
silhouette
a silhouette is nothingness
expressed in a shape;
it ain’t what it is,
and it is what it ain’t.
–photo by me
over the top
shoot for the stars in
everything that you do–
unless you’re fishing
–photo by me
silent sunday 7/19/26
–photos by me
silent sunrise
under peach skies
a silent sunrise
no rushing water
no songbird’s reprise–
just me and the river
telling no lies
–photo by me
limerick 94
when mom brought a fish to her nest,
the young ospreys felt they were blessed;
they knew right away
that for dinner today
they were having their favorite guest
–photo by me
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