Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 21
July 11, 2015
K2 – Dream One
Part of our story. :)
Originally posted on Underground Energy:
The first dream I ever had was to climb K2. I was raised in nature and when I was eight years old my dad put me in taekwondo. It turns out that I had a knack for it. I was taught to meditate at the age of ten and it was said that my form was beautifully unmatched. I was trained by ten instructors across the nation, including an eighth degree Korean master. I was taught the ways of buddhism in nature. We would...
Urban Sunrise
In the city to watch the sun rise…
Made it here before the hustle and bustle…
Good morning, everyone! :)
Filed under: Photography/Art Tagged: early morning, good morning, Mobile AL, pictures
July 10, 2015
Stargazing
stargazer blooming
her favorite flower true
adoration grows
Filed under: Haiku, Photography/Art, Poetic Tagged: Flowers, gardening, haiku, love, pictures, stargazers
July 9, 2015
Pears
This pear tree sits at the edge of my yard but belongs to my neighbor. I’ve been watching it become completely full of fruit, wondering what would come of all the pears…
My neighbor has two of them, so he gave me one. There are probably three hundred Asian Pears ready to be picked, far more than we can possibly eat.
I decided to take as many as I can to the farmer’s market on Saturday to give away to all of the people who won’t buy salsa. It’s my way of saying “thanks” without actually havi...
July 8, 2015
He Wants
We all have our own brand
Turn your head to the better man
I may conspire and spin a tale
But you were missing out
On perhaps the real deal
Don’t skip a beat, lag behind
Dragging feet won’t be kind
The day has come to be quiet
Today I yield and then hide
There is no battle to win
Affections only tiny sins
So fill your cup with the nectar
His sticky sweet hunger
Every syllable yearns for you
The last ingredient in his soup
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: affections, romance, the better man,...
The Mentor and the Muse
The mentor is always there for her muse. She is sure to clean up the spills and messes the muse creates. Understands that this is a delicate thing the child must undertake.
The muse keeps the mentor young. Keeps her suspicions arroused at every turn of the ‘key’. Makes it impossible to predict with any certainty, just what will come next.
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: artists, poets, the mentor, the muse, writers
She Wants
Romance thick as starched soup
A beauty and a red flag curiosity
The taboo she must possess
His double life gets her best
With everything in common
The girl could never resist
Be it a grand replacement
Or something brand new
Filed under: writing Tagged: possession, romance, taboo
July 7, 2015
Never Look Back
Her tears are finally drying
Leaving statues of salt behind
Monuments of her memories
Wishes the past to be blind
Hopes for rain to melt the pain
For the tears to reach the sea
The salt crumble to the earth
So her future can live free
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: hope, tears, the future, the past
