the flooded river
seems to erupt and explode
in the morning sun
–photo by me
haiku 119
Tag: poetry
beaver cinquain
beaver
buck-toothed, web-footed
gnawing, slapping, constructing
a dammed river dweller
rodent
–photos by me
beaver cinquain
beaver
buck-toothed, web-footed
gnawing, slapping, constructing
a dammed river dweller
rodent
–photos by me
dream dance
it began
when we danced
in the field
that day;
we became
so entranced
with each
other’s display,
we danced
to the splendor
of a beautiful
dream,
and enhanced
our surrender
to life’s
grander scheme
–photo/art by me
turkeys (shadorma)
some turkeys
brutally attack
others to
establish
their god-given mating rights–
like real turkeys
–photo by me
Limerick 36
A young racist rabbit named Frown
Was putting non-white bunnies down,
But he altered his views
As he hopped in their shoes
In the spring, when his fur turned to brown.
–Photo by me
Aid for Ukraine
Swirling in my brain
Was a maddening refrain:
I can’t help but see the gore
I can’t help but feel the pain
I can’t help to end this war–
I can’t help Ukraine!
But wait–a small donation
Might help ease a little pain
And ease my own frustration–
I can help Ukraine!
–There are many places to
donate such as Rescue.org
in the dark (senryu)
some of us will try
to find the light, not knowing
that the light finds us
–photo by me
Full Circle
I reached into spacetime
And grasped the tiny hand
Of the crying little boy
Who was made to go away.
“Who are you?” I asked.
In an oddly familiar voice,
He answered, “Goodness.”
Suddenly I remembered.
I pulled him to me
And we became one–
Again.
Spring Freshet (haibun)
With the melting snow, spring is not only in the air, but in our streams and rivers as well.
Today, I’m up here at the U.S./Canadian border to check out some of the smaller tributaries flowing into the Rainy River. It’s so nice to see the water flowing again! I was up here last fall, and, after a long, dry summer, this particular stream had been reduced to a trickle.
As the laughing waters come gushing out of the woods, it reminds me of the ebb and flow of life. We were born of water, so it’s no wonder we have an affinity with streams and rivers. Life is very much a river.
As I stand here overlooking the run-off, it is so beautiful that I feel my own stream overflowing.
* * *
silent all winter
the babbling brook now becomes
a roaring river
–Photos by me
michaeljordahl 