i peer into
the void of space
and there she is–
my late wife’s face
–photo by my son aaron
shot of the night
Tag: poetry
you
who are you?
people like to tell you
who you are;
these people weren’t
born with some knowledge
that you weren’t.
never swallow the rocks
they’ve dished
up for you–
don’t believe them,
don’t believe me,
believe in yourself.
–photo by me
our northern border
no troops here
no refugees, no walls
no children in cages–
just the peaceful
rainy river on the
u.s./canadian border
i could swim
there and back
and nobody
would care
–photo by me
I thought I Knew
I thought I knew what love was
Until I watched a father push his crippled son
the entire length of a marathon, 26.2 miles,
in a home-made bed on wheels
I thought I knew what love was
–photo by me
noble trees
trees come alive
when they die,
or they become
much more useful
when they’re dead;
whether they’re
providing a home
for small birds
and squirrels
in the wilds or
providing wood
for us to build
our own homes,
they’ve answered
a higher calling,
no longer only
providing shade.
–photo by me
haiku 106
the path to the pines
is the yellow brick road to
emerald city
–photo by me
dreams (shadorma)
the pink sky
is clothed in soft clouds;
the pink sun
is naked
and hides behind the bushes–
the dreamscape is set
–photo by me
haiku 105
smoke strangles the sun–
still its light dances upon
the shimmering sea
–photo by my son aaron
snake cinquain
snake
sinuous, sinister
slithering, striking,smiling
such slinky striped skin
serpent
–photo by me
jack and jill tanka
invites us to roll down it–
and some day we will
like the rhyme of jack and jill
we’ll tumble down together
–photo by me
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