the sun comes up
a river flows
the world turns
and so it goes
don’t lose the spell
you once were under–
recapture now
that child-like wonder
lest here today
a river flows
the world turns
and so it goes
–photo by me
recapture
Tag: poetry
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
i, universe
it took me thirteen
billion years to write this poem–
i hope i like it
–the universe
september stroll
i went for a walk and was feeling kind of high
when i came upon a creek that was bluer than the sky
in the woods, i saw autumn slowly creeping up a tree
at the lake, this stupid goose wouldn’t stop mooning me
i finally grew tired and headed home to rest
as the sun sank slowly in the west
–photos by me
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
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
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