Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 22
July 4, 2015
July 3, 2015
In Song
Prayers to no one spill as notes
Filling the room with suspect hopes
Drawn from the center of waking
Nothing more than poison strained
Painted like the desert at dusk
A pastel sky, the greatest facade
Of the choking heat I am to tame
Distilling pain for the sake of art
Leeching music from burnt stars
Filed under: Poetic, writing Tagged: art, artists, music, notes, pictures, songwriting
Ankle Biter
The ankle biting dog chaser
Shelter pet with no rescue
As if speaking is a sentence
Madness will only continue
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: Ankle biters, shelter pets
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July 2, 2015
June 30, 2015
Making Happy Dogs
I have met so many great people at the market. There are so many products to look through, including some of the best produce in the area and goat cheese. The coolest part is that people actually buy salsa from me, as well as trade their products -yes, people still use the barter system.
Loki goes with me from time to time. He discovered what is quite possibly the perfect treat for dogs. Viviane’s dog treats are the homemade, gourmet variety. Loki will let the girls feed him the whole bag wit...
June 29, 2015
The Last Story
We both know the source. He keeps us two steps ahead of the rest and never shows up empty-handed. We know what’s next and what comes after that. If we look too closely we can see our own end.
We gave everything away to be part of the story we are telling. We live simply, like true scribes. The world around us is our truest muse; it holds the secret to the way our words are shaped. Our stories are the sap of a fresh wound on the bark of humanity. One word, a drop that melts over the surface...
Flowers
Another flower grew by the road to catch the wind off of cars. It was unplanned and quite natural the way it wound up there. The bees are happy, everyone else is indifferent.
I saw a picture of one like it on a bottle of poison. Seems there are some who think it’s a nuisance plant, a weed. The contrast of yellow against green grass is quite nice. I suppose it breaks the monotony of a perfect lawn though. It should be uniform in color and texture; manicured as if the lawn judges were due at...
Austerity
with starfish petals
and colorless it would seem
no bee will ever
Filed under: Haiku, Photography/Art Tagged: austerity pictures, Flowers, nature, no color
June 28, 2015
Heart
Of every quality I possess within
A million perspectives to trip through
Awareness enough to rattle my frame
The comprehension of an old soul
Maybe the way I say your name
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There is one worth keeping
Though it appears to be closed
Guarded closely, never set to roam
Reads something like the heart of darkness
Displayed only as obscurity’s cloak
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Makes me weak at the sign of love
Truth the only language it speaks
Knows beauty as if reflected back
Compels my senses to teach
Defies the impossi...
