A magnificent mare poses next to what appears to be the North Pole.
–Photo by me
Shot of the Day 3/16/22
A magnificent mare poses next to what appears to be the North Pole.
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A magnificent mare poses next to what appears to be the North Pole.
the ol’ barn (tanka)
old, abandoned barns
have old, forgotten secrets–
within and without
we may never know all that’s
buried behind the ol’ barn
–photo by me
beast of the field
a mastodon
lay on the lawn
until the dawn
turned into day,
and thereupon,
the beast was gone–
the mastodon
turned into hay
–photo by me
pose
a traveling troupe
of dancing does
will oft regroup
to strike a pose
–photo by me
Shot of the Day 3/6/22
“Dementia”
–Photo by me
limerick 34
the animal photos i use
when blogging are so hard to choose,
that i write the texts
while kitty selects
the ones that will get the most views
–photo by me
haiku 115
hiking in the cold
the morning sun warms my face–
right down to my soul
–photo by me
Shot of the Day 2/21/22
She was trying to cheer up
Her friend across the table,
But the others got jealous,
Glances were exchanged,
And a brief scuffle ensued.
She became so incensed,
She turned her back to them,
And there they sat in silence.
It grew cold between them
And soon they drifted apart.
Obviously.
–Photo by me
home body (etheree)
the
old man
and his house
lived together
for so many years
that they began to share
certain adjectives such as
old and cold, shaky and flaky–
though lately, it’s more gerunds such as
moaning and groaning, creaking and leaking
–photo by me
3 Months Sober
I know 3 months is a relatively short time, but for me, it’s probably the longest stretch of sobriety I’ve had since I was in basic training for the Air Force. I’m feeling great, and all this shoveling I’ve been doing is whipping me back into shape. The horror of withdrawal is still fresh in my mind, but lest I forget, here’s an excerpt from my poem Withdrawal:
What was I thinking
I went back to drinking
And now I lay stinking
At home in my bed,
Tossing and turning
My stomach is churning
My fever is burning
I wish I was dead…
No, I don’t miss that at all.
I never believed in AA because the first step of their method is to admit that one is powerless over alcohol, and I just couldn’t believe that. I thought the only one who could help me was me. I was wrong, obviously; I couldn’t help me.
After I almost died from drinking in November of last year, I finally gave in, and on my son’s advice, I pulled stakes on my life and moved in with him. Thank you, Aaron, you saved your pa’s life!
michaeljordahl 