It may look like I’m taking this picture while standing in the middle of the river, but that’s because the riverbank of solid igneous rock (which takes up more than half of the shot) just happens to resemble the rushing waters.
I often see this in nature; one thing spills over into another. Perhaps Mother Nature is getting a little careless in her old age.
boundaries get blurred
whenever mother nature
paints outside the lines
–Photo by me
Slowly, the massive, battle-scarred buck
Steps out of the woods and into my range.
It’s rutting season now, and his neck is
Grossly swollen with the thick muscles
He’s acquired by rubbing and scraping
His antlers on everything he runs into.
This one is a real scrapper, for sure,
All jacked up on male testosterone
And ready to do battle if necessary.
I line up my sights and take aim.
He hears the click and bounds away,
But it’s already too late–
I got my Shot of the Day.
–Photo by me
rumbling and grumbling,
old iron ore trains
wind through the woods
with their aches and their pains;
huffing and puffing,
they still carry on,
stealing the show–
and then they are gone.
–photo by me
I like to keep my posts on the lighter side, but lately the news is a steady diet of death and destruction, and I’m stuffed. Sometimes I envy the birds flying free above it all.
it seems like almost every day,
there’s more bad news that comes our way;
it makes me want to spread my wings
and fly above the fray
–photo by me
a new morning breaks
the clouds are undone
the spirit awakes
our flight has begun
the dark of night ending,
we all are as one–
ascending and blending
into the sun
–photo by me
we had crashed
on an alien world,
our ship was
beyond all repair,
and though we had
prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t
going anywhere.
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long after we’d
made this our home,
a scouting ship
spotted our lair,
and though we had
prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t
going anywhere.
–photo/art by me
upon the inspection
of his own reflection,
the gull was impressed
and called it perfection.
with no explanation,
he deserted his station
and followed his image
to an unknown location.
sometimes self-promotion’s
a powerful potion,
and soon the gull found
he was lost on the ocean.
–photo by me
I searched for our neighbor’s lost kittens
Named Luna, Sophia, and Mittens,
And finally located all three
Curled up at the base of a tree–
And as I was taking them home,
I thought up this whimsical poem.
–Photo by me
the whole day you’ve been on the go,
and you really just want to lay low,
but the lines someone said
are still stuck in your head,
and your all tangled up in them so.
i beg you to please call on me,
and i’ll give you my love tangle-free;
i’ll help you forget,
and we’ll watch the sun set
together–the way it should be.
–photo by me
starlight falls out of the skies
and settles in her upturned eyes
she peers into the jeweled vault
until the sun begins to rise
an amateur astronomer
she knows the moons of jupiter
orion’s belt and saturn’s rings
she loves the stars like i love her
i hope someday she’ll love me too
but i will not obstruct her view
or take the stars out of her eyes
my love for her is tried and true
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 