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
in tune
Category: poetry
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 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
wildflowers (senryu)
wildflowers are like
stepping out back for a smoke–
and finding fireflies!
–photo by me
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
michaeljordahl 