like our lakes,
when our lives are calm,
our secrets
are concealed,
but when a little wind blows,
our truths are revealed
–photos by me
unveiling winds (shadorma)
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summer sea (shadorma)
when summer’s
haze is hanging o’er
the land it
seems to me
like i’m standing on the shore
of the deep blue sea
–photo by me
night thoughts (shadorma)
i wish there
was a waterfall
adjacent
to my home–
i’d be sleeping now instead
of writing this poem
–photo by me
O Facebook (shadorma)
O Facebook,
Here, our real world hides
Between two
Realms of fraud:
Other people in the pink
And our own facade.
–Photo by me
cowboy musings (shadorma)
…and where do
old geese git to die?
ain’t neither
seen a one
come a-fallin’ from the sky
nor et by the sun.
–photo by me
different snow (shadorma)
at christmas,
the new snow made me
so inspired
and cheery,
but now, in the spring, it’s more
like tired and weary
–photos by me
a shadorma
I took this photo of a snowy owl in North Dakota two years ago, and I’m posting it today because I just heard that the big snowy hanging around the Sax-Zim bog near here went to that great tundra in the sky a few days ago. Apparently, he was sitting on the railroad tracks and zoning out as snowy owls do (see photo above), and the feathers flew. Sad, and I was hoping to get a shot of him. Anyway, it made me think of this silly shadorma:
they say that
birds are dinosaurs;
that’s true in
most respects,
but who’d you invite to lunch–
t-bird or t-rex?
–photo by me
spring ahead (shadorma)
though winter’s
kept its snail’s pace
and seems to
never end,
today the sun warmed my face–
i’m alive again!
–photo by me
lucky (shadorma)
i step out
at dawn and i know
that i’m a
lucky guy
to live in a smaller town
with a bigger sky
–photo by me
a sadder day shadorma
i’m walking
down a lonely shore
the trees are
rimed with frost
it somehow makes me feel sad
and a little lost
–photo by me
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