I hit the hay
And douse the light
While Kitty plays
Her games all night
–Photo/art by me
Shot of the Night (11/29/22)
Tag: poetry
Limerick 46
Beware of my mare named Ol’ Gwen;
She’s mean and she’ll bite your rear end–
If her head starts to dip,
And she curls that lip,
You’d better start running, my friend
–Photo by me
haiku 133
it’s shipwreck season–
ghostly figures line the shores
of gitchi gami
–photo by me
photoholic (tanka)
i gave up drinking
and took up photography
to better my life–
yet i’m still stumbling around
looking for that next damn shot
–photo by me
winter: where texture goes to die
beyond corduroy fields,
where the suede bluffs lie,
there’s a crepe paper lake
‘neath a soft cotton sky;
yet these same textures
are hard to recall
when winter’s white blanket
covers them all
–photo by me
haiku 132
i see dinosaurs
parading around as birds–
but their eyes don’t lie
–photos by me
shot of the day (11/10/22)
photos, they say,
are frozen in time–
here’s shot of the day
with a little rime
–photo by me
paper planes (archives)
i read my poem
to an old friend
he thought it
was about him
it caught me so
off guard when
he began to sob
i had meant it
to be humorous
seeing him cry
brought tears to
my eyes as well
so there we sat
two grown men
sobbing together
over a silly poem
about time travel
* * *
poems are paper planes–
we send them out, not knowing
where they might touch down
–photo by me
dear hunter (shadorma)
dear hunter,
don’t spook the deer herds,
or else when
the day’s through,
there’ll be food for the birds,
but nothing for you
–photos by me
retold tales (tanka)
respect the aged
listen to their old stories
as if they were new
they can still teach us something–
even if it’s just patience
michaeljordahl 