it seems like
i’m in a snow globe,
on a shelf
by mistake,
and i can’t find my way out–
so please do not shake!
sunday shadorma
knowing things
knowing things
is why you don’t
join the conversation;
it’s why you
can’t have faith;
it’s why you
stared out the
window in school,
and why you’ll
never make anything
of yourself
in this world.
knowing things
is a crime you
willingly carried out,
and now you must
do the time.
wordless wednesday 12/17/25
photos by me
tanka tuesday 12/16/25
in winter, there are
no wasps left in the nest to
shovel off the roof
only the queen lives, and you
can’t expect her to do it
–photo by me
as the crow flies
a path thru life seems
to cover much ground in size,
yet it’s not all that long–
as the crow flies
–photo by me
wordless wednesday 12/10/25
–photos by me
flying machine
he floats thru the air
with the greatest of ease,
that daring young man
on his motorized skis.
he aims for the stars,
and i bet some day soon
that daring young man
will jump over the moon.
–photos by me
senryu 88
at the ski resort,
i show the young grandkids where
snow really comes from
–photo by me
thankful
as i’m growing older,
the winters feel colder,
but nothing’s more tranquil
than a walk down to the lake–
though colors fade away
on this bleak december day,
i’m feeling very thankful
with every step i take
photo by me
past our prime (tanka)
i look up and see
old apples still on the tree–
they’re a lot like me
soft, over-ripe, and snow-crowned,
we just keep hanging around
–photo by me
