one of the letters on
my laptop quit working,
and it’s driving me crazy;
i can’t even tell you which–
wait, i think i just did!
Tag: poetry
perfect sky (archives)
i peered into a perfect sky–
so perfect, it looked fake,
and suddenly
it came to me
that i was not awake.
with that, the thought occurred to me
that maybe i could fly–
without ado
away i flew
into the perfect sky.
–photo by me
Jody’s Depression
My wife Jody suffered from depression (which eventually led to her fatal drug overdose), and I remember how frustrated I was that I couldn’t do anything to help. It came from inside her, and seemed to have little to do with how things were.
It’s been over 12 years since she’s been gone, and life goes on. When I took this photo, it reminded me of her depression, so I wrote down how I think she might’ve felt:
there’s a bright blue sky
just beyond these dark trees;
a wonderful world of beauty;
a world of light and love
where people wave and smile
and life…happens;
a world of fussy grandmas
and naughty grandchildren–
if only I could get beyond
these damn black trees!
it’s no use; they’re too thick.
maybe if I take more morphine,
i’ll get to that blue sky.
And that she did.
–photo by me
trust the trees
out here in the forest
i confess to the trees
for my secrets are safe
with any of these;
but i don’t talk to those
who would tell all my sins–
like the babbling brooks
and the whispering winds
–photo by me
the view
when sea and sky
are all i see,
a peace of mind
comes over me;
the view, somehow
assumes control–
it smooths my brow
and soothes my soul
–photo by me
dancing spirits
water spirits
rise up from the river
to gather for
a moment in the sun;
water vapor
helps them hold a form
long enough to
dance for everyone
–photos by me
Outside the Lines
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
Shot of the Day
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
old trains
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
Above the Fray
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
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