if we could see how
silly we look when we’re mad,
we’d promptly find peace
–photo by me
funny faces (senryu)
Category: poetry
limerick 45 (true story)
skittles, the wee orphan fawn,
was looking a little withdrawn,
but deer season came
and she ain’t been the same
since she had a bright collar put on
–photos by me
winter: where texture goes to die
beyond corduroy fields,
where the suede bluffs lie,
there’s a crepe paper lake
‘neath a soft cotton sky;
yet these same textures
are hard to recall
when winter’s white blanket
covers them all
–photo by me
haiku 132
i see dinosaurs
parading around as birds–
but their eyes don’t lie
–photos by me
shot of the day (11/10/22)
photos, they say,
are frozen in time–
here’s shot of the day
with a little rime
–photo by me
november pain
november’s a shock to the deer
who were born in the spring of the year,
for they weren’t told upfront
’bout the cold nor the hunt
nor the snow that makes food disappear
–photo by me
paper planes (archives)
i read my poem
to an old friend
he thought 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
* * *
poems are paper planes–
we send them out, not knowing
where they might touch down
–photo by me
dear hunter (shadorma)
dear hunter,
don’t spook the deer herds,
or else when
the day’s through,
there’ll be food for the birds,
but nothing for you
–photos by me
retold tales (tanka)
respect the aged
listen to their old stories
as if they were new
they can still teach us something–
even if it’s just patience
Slippery Slopes
To flying bugs and crawling ants,
A bright bouquet of pitcher plants
Becomes a water park with rides–
They can’t resist the slippery slides!
And once inside the saccules,
They’re trapped and drown in nectar pools.
And no, I’m not being frivolous–
This water park’s carnivorous!
–Photo by me
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