–photos by me
wordless wednesday 7/6/22
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
shot of the day 7/4/22
wildflowers show the way
like the innumerable stars
that illuminate the dark
dusty lanes of the galaxy
–photo by me
gold rust
to me, an antique
is not merely old,
but truly unique
and may even hold
an air of mystique
more precious
than gold
–photo by me
limerick 39
when mother goose had her first brood,
a rift in her marriage ensued:
her high steppin’ gander
began to philander
whenever he felt in the mood
–photo by me
writer’s block (shadorma)
writers’ minds
may hold the small seeds
of some great
ideas
and yet, they may find themselves
waiting for the wind
–photo by me
meadow magic
there are meadows
in the forests
ever shrouded
by the trees,
where daisies
dance with fairies
when there’s magic
in the breeze;
where elves and imps
and pixies too
come from
everywhere
to dance among
the flowers
when there’s magic
in the air
Lady Slippers
There were certain girls in high school so beautiful that they could get any of us insecure young boys to carry their books, even though we knew that we were just being used; that’s what the Lady Slipper orchid reminds me of.
They are also very beautiful, especially the Pink Lady Slipper, Minnesota’s State Flower. They lure unsuspecting bees into their pink little pods through a one-way opening. Once inside, the bees find out there is no nectar for them, the usual payment for their help in pollination, and are, in fact, trapped inside.
Upon wrestling around to make their way to a small hole in the back, they shed any pollen they might have brought in on the plant’s female reproductive parts, and when they squeeze through the small opening in the back to escape, little packets of pollen from the male reproductive parts stick to their backs.
So they end up carrying the load without getting any nectar. Sounds familiar, all right.
–Photo by me
Silent Sunday 6/26/22
–Photos by me
Shot of the Day 6/24/22
Lil Blue Eyes was the saddest fawn I’d ever seen. She’d barely had time to dry off in this world when her mama crossed paths with modern civilization on the highway and left her to the wolves. Luckily, she was rescued by my farmer friend, who took her home and introduced her to all the barnyard denizens on her farm. Amazingly, she was befriended by all. Her family now includes many horses and their foals, dozens of cats and dogs, and one very fat-but-friendly hog. The sadness seems to be lifting.
–Photos by me
Inner Spaceships
The ships are coming!
Can’t you see them?
Their dark sails fill
The entire night sky
Advancing, advancing–
Can’t you hear them?
The collective roar
Of their vast armada
Thunders in my ears–
Can’t you feel them?
Their other-worldliness
Is already upon me
Permeating my mind–
The ships are coming!
michaeljordahl 