if i should ever move to mars
i’d spot the earth among the stars
and wonder why we foolish men
have passed up paradise–again
–images by AI
mars or bust? (archives)
Category: poetry
a shadorma
I took this photo of a snowy owl in North Dakota two years ago, and I’m posting it today because I just heard that the big snowy hanging around the Sax-Zim bog near here went to that great tundra in the sky a few days ago. Apparently, he was sitting on the railroad tracks and zoning out as snowy owls do (see photo above), and the feathers flew. Sad, and I was hoping to get a shot of him. Anyway, it made me think of this silly shadorma:
they say that
birds are dinosaurs;
that’s true in
most respects,
but who’d you invite to lunch–
t-bird or t-rex?
–photo by me
thankful (tanka)
when someone tells us
that we’re wrong about something
we should be thankful
for now the door to truth is
pried opened and stands ajar
–photo by me
Limerick 73
A tick-laden black bear named Clyde
Could take it no more and he cried,
“What right do you hold
That you ticks are so bold?”
“The right to bear arms,” they replied.
–Photo by me
amazed
out here in the wilds, i am under a spell
from ol’ mother nature–she knows me so well
she gave me my job in this garden she’s raised
and it’s simply to be…amazed
photos by me
gold
there are three kinds of gold,
and they each have their worth:
there’s gold in the sky
and there’s gold in the earth,
but the third kind of gold’s
neither metal nor art–
it’s the kind you may find
in a heart
photos by me
haiku 169
in utter silence,
entire clouds come crashing down
in fluffy pieces
–photo by me
senryu 73
we are unaware
of our passing thru some doors–
until we look back
–photo by me
hunger moon
the natives called it the hunger moon
with winter in full swing;
today we call it the snow moon,
but it means the same thing,
for we all hunger in february–
we hunger for spring!
–double exposure by me
senryu 72
i love morning walks–
everything is art at
the right time and place
–photo by me
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