Long in
the tooth,
The soul
of Duluth
Is more than
The people alone;
It’s there in the street,
In the bricks and concrete;
It’s there in the steeples of stone.
–Photo by me
Tag: poetry
Shot of the Day 2/19/20
The meaning of their name is lost
When evergreens are rimed with frost.
–Photo by me
Puddles
Life is a well-puddled road;
In body, I charge down it
And muddy up the waters;
In mind, I avoid the pits
And seem to learn little;
In spirit, I stay above it
And watch it all unfold.
When I look back to
Reflect on my journey,
I see one dynamic soul
With muddy feet,
A confused look,
And an easy laugh.
–Photo by me
Stony Brook
The snow builds up on Stony Brook
And gives it a surreal look
With waters inundated by
Albino hippopotami
–Photo by me
twice as nice
one day the sun
just disappeared
we knew not where it went
and as we searched
the blackened sky
our local space…unbent
the earth was cast
into the void
our journey had begun
and so we sailed
the cosmic sea
to find another sun
in time we found
binary stars
to keep us from the ice
and every time
they set or rise
it’s always doubly nice
bite
there’s a little
frosted cake
in the middle
of the lake
and i’m wishing
for a bite
while i’m fishing
at the site
–photo by me
haiku 78
winter stills the sea
for a magical moment
of soothing silence
–photo by me
january light
there’s none so dull and grey
as a january day
when nature’s pretty colors
are packed up and put away
and nothing looks quite right
in this january light
now even summer memories
have turned to black and white
–photo by me
tanka: bound
a winter sunset
may hold us spellbound when we
should be homeward bound;
where we find boundless beauty,
danger is bound to follow
–photo by me
six word stories — 22
Its vengeful wife destroyed its life.
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