It looks like our winter thaw is over; below-zero temps are in the forecast for later this week. I’m hoping that the colder temps will bring clearer skies, as it’s been greyer than Gandalf’s beard around here with all the fog and clouds. There’s been nothing to take photos of, especially now with all the migrating birds gone–so I have to get creative.
all in the same boat,
we appear to be heading
for second winter
–photo (double exposure) by me
snowflakes come swirling
as gentle winds blow
whirling and twirling
they sway to and fro
it’s all so entrancing
we let ourselves go
dancing and prancing
like ponies in snow
–photo by me
there’s a mix-up at dawn
between skies and cars:
now the skies have paint
and the cars have stars
–photo by me
out of the light
of creation we come
walking into this world
one by one,
and when, to the end
of our journey we come,
we return to the light
one by one
–photo by me
It is impossible to get a good picture of the city on the lake. If I zoom in, I can only see a small section of all the icehouses clearly; if I zoom out, they tend to disappear in the haze before I can get them all in. It’s somewhat like the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle: you can have one or the other, but not both. Unless you have a drone, that is, and I don’t.
only from a view above
could i directly take
an all-inclusive picture of
the city on the lake
–Photos by me
when we surveyed the planet earth
from deep in outer space
we found that she was giving birth
to you — the human race
and when we came down from above
to teach you right from wrong
and show you that the way of love
is how to get along
you said you needed to be free
to learn things on your own
and so we listened to your plea
and left you all alone
but then, alas, when we returned
we found, much to our horror
that what the human race had learned
was weaponry and war
so now we watch you from afar
and patiently we wait–
perhaps we’ll wish upon a star
while you decide your fate
–AI image
i savor the flavor
of butterscotch skies
with brown sugar clouds
in a buttery blend
i stir up the syrup
my finger held high
and slide the sun down
as another day ends
–photo by me
silhouettes complement
the light, wispy skies
like jet black mascara
over pale blue eyes
–photo by me
i felt a rotting albatross
around my neck was hung
the barrel of my .38
was pungent on my tongue
a deadly glass of poison
was lifted to my lips
the suicide solution
was at my fingertips
but then i realized
in the pit of my despair
that suicide is pointless if
there’s no one who would care
and that’s when i decided
on a plan so cold and cruel
i grabbed my automatic
and i strolled into the school
and all the while thinking
that the world would surely heed
the pain that they’d inflicted
to make me do this deed
and when the blood-bath ended
it was time to end it all
and so i blew my brains out
on the high school classroom wall
and now just like the albatross
i’m rotting here in hell
and yet the world remains unchanged
as far as i can tell
when winter temps decline,
the harbor freezes twice:
seemingly in time
and certainly in ice
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 