wildflowers are like
stepping out back for a smoke–
and finding fireflies!
–photo by me
wildflowers (senryu)
Category: poetry
haiku 204
a summer zephyr
breathes thru the towering pines
in soothing whispers
–photo by me
paper planes (archives)
i read my poem
to an old friend
he assumed it
was about him
it caught me so
off guard when
he began to sob
i had meant it
to be humorous
seeing him cry
brought tears to
my eyes as well
so there we sat
two grown men
sobbing together
over a silly poem
about time travel
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poems are paper planes–
we send them out, not knowing
where they might touch down
–photo by me
bear truths
some like to hang in the trees,
some are excessively fat,
some have their woodticks and fleas,
and some of them know when to scat!
–photos by me
urban scarecrow
the urban scarecrow watches you
as, on the stage, you fret and strut,
but do not let her bother you–
her mouth is sewn shut
–photo by me
night prancers (shadorma)
the shy doe
and her dappled fawn
hide in the
woods all day,
but when the night’s cloak is on,
they come out to play
–photo by me
sunday thoughts
life’s deepest questions
are answered, i find,
by ‘nobody knows’
or simply ‘be kind’
–photo by aaron
iron(y)
most of the iron
used to make weapons of war
comes from peaceful lands
–photo by me
hi-tech beauty
well hidden in nature’s lush scenery
is the reason for all of that greenery:
it makes a good share
of our breathable air–
it’s actually hi-tech machinery!
–photo by me
writing in the woods
in the woods
there’s a rock
by a stream
where i sit
down to write
while i rest;
in the woods
i can let
myself dream;
in the woods
is where i
do my best.
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 