michaeljordahl

on golden path

all leaf-strewn footpaths

in the autumnal forest

lead to peace of mind

–photo by me

homespun universe (archives)

our minds are built unique

with a sole, subjective view;

you cannot see reality

the same way that i do.

some say that it’s a blessing,

some say that it’s a curse–

but every mind designs a kind

of homespun universe.

–photo by me

limerick 78

i have some choice words for my cat,

like messy and spoiled and fat,

and yet i would say

in the slang of today–

she’s also adorably ‘brat’

–photo by me

i, universe

it took me thirteen

billion years to write this poem–

i hope i like it

–the universe

haiku 179

a bear eating bugs–

he sees me and considers

a change of menu

–photo by me

walking among wildflowers

walking among wildflowers,

i feel especially fortunate;

so many of my friends

never made it to my age.

i would say this to you:

when the woes of the world

weigh heavily on your shoulders,

put them down for a minute,

let the sun shine on your face,

breathe in the fragrant air,

and remember to be amazed.

oh yeah, and one last thing:

take every opportunity to go

walking among wildflowers.

–photo by me

a blazing grace

the sun has gone down–

now comes the grace period

for homebound stragglers

–photo by me

Labor Day Fun

Dylan’s Highway 61

Heads up to Thunder Bay

And hugs the rocky cliffs that run

All along the way.

Today, under a pleasant sun,

Our families come to play–

To get away and have some fun

On this Labor Day.

–Photo by me

senryu 80

3 a.m., can’t sleep–

if only there was something

uplifting to do

–photo by me

life is poetry

life is poetry–

a free-flowing form

of self-expression;

line by line,

our lives

pass into poems.

some are sonnets;

others are odes,

haiku, epic, free verse.

some take

a tanka turn–

i think mine must

be a limerick.

–photo by me