The snow swirled
Madly around us,
Thrust forth on
A bitter-tongued wind,
And each of us knew
That God’s icy breath blew
For the myriad sins
We had sinned.
And every man knew
He deserved it;
There wasn’t a one
To be spared–
We were lost in the storm,
And were never to warm,
But the truth was
We no longer cared.
We sat on the snow
In a circle,
Each man just
A shivering shell–
We’d accepted our fate,
And now we would wait
For the wonderful
Fires of Hell.
as pure as
a baby’s first tear
as deep as
a galaxy’s core
as true as
a still morning echo
our omnia vincit amor
stronger than
old mighty sampson
lighter than
gossamer lace
closer than
guardian angels
our souls in a fiery embrace
the man in the moon
is an awful chaperone
for our young lovers
–photo by me
once upon a time, we worshiped the sun
and our universe made sense to us
but then science was born like a star
and we began to study everything
but the more we tried to understand it
the more we began to see how lost we were
some went back to worshiping the sun
others just admitted it was all illusion
sadly, the one thing that we knew for sure
was that our universe
would never make sense again
–photo/art by me
You were once
An easy river;
Then you flowed
Into the sea,
Now you’re part
Of something
Bigger–
And set apart
From me.
I promise that
I’ll be with you
For all eternity
When I cross
That final sandbar
And flow into
The sea.
–Photo by me
The planks and oarsmen
Groaned as one,
The winds began to blow,
And at the bow, Leif Erikson’s
Unease began to grow.
He’d put his trust in Jesus now,
And sailed to serve the Lord–
Yet Odin’s raven mocked him
As the longboat left the fjord.
Soon blown off course,
He pulled aside a slave
In his distress, and said,
“Bring me your mistress, thrall,
Bring me the prophetess!”
The witch came forth,
Her robe bedecked with
Skulls and precious stones,
And calling on the Alfather,
She cast her ancient bones.
“What is it?” Leif called out to her,
“What do the old bones say?”
“They say a man should trust
His god to guide him on his way.”
And so he prayed to his new god,
And soon a land was found,
Where food and game
Were plentiful,
And “wheat and grapes” abound.
(I posted this poem a couple of years ago, it’s one of my favorites.)
a true fisherman
reels in more than just fish
when he’s on the lake–
he catches serenity,
solitude, and peace of mind.
–photo by me
Let’s take a trip
To Rainbow Forest;
It’ll blow your mind!
There’s herbs
And mushrooms
Everywhere,
And wild flowers
For your hair,
And all the friendly
Creatures there
Are colorful
And kind,
So come along,
Don’t make a fuss,
Just hop aboard
The magic bus,
And head out
To the woods
With us–
Let’s leave
The world
behind!
–(oversaturated) photo by me
While I was on a woodland walk,
A hawk went flying by–
How easily he soared aloft
In autumn’s azure sky!
O, to ride those lofty winds
Like hawks and eagles do;
To see the rivers, lakes, and woods
From heaven’s bird’s-eye view.
Entranced, I thought to be a hawk
Would truly be so nice–
Until I suddenly recalled
That hawks eat snakes and mice!
–Photo by me
For over twenty years,
I lay unconscious in my bed
With the silliest of notions
Galavanting through my head.
I think of the accomplishments
I could have made instead–
I swear I’ll never sleep again
Until the day I’m dead!
Well, now my bones are aching,
And my eyes are turning red;
I think I’ll rest them just a bit,
And lie back on the spread.
michaeljordahl 