Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 3
March 11, 2016
In Time
Weaving on a loom of worn oak With fingers smooth as the linen Her work never coming undone Her filler is cotton soft memories Shuttled into passionate tapestry Hope stitched into the weft of life Three candles waver as her … Continue reading 
March 10, 2016
Both Sides of the Field
There is a player out there that likes to play both sides of the field. It isn’t that he is good at offense and defense, it is only for being confused. He is the ‘own-goal’ scorer, the wrong end touchdown … Continue reading 
March 9, 2016
Prettiest
Has plenty to do No need to assist Prettiest when left To devices adrift Her coats are ironed No need to persist Pressed by the fire Stands as a flower Hands for holding No need to protect Her dancing wisps … Continue reading 
March 8, 2016
Window to What
If they find me here, they will find me anywhere. I smell like anything but human and the river washed off what may have remained. The dogs even lost me. I am finding this chase to be quite energizing; all … Continue reading 
March 5, 2016
TMH March Edition
The Magic Happens Magazine has a new issue for the month of March. It always gets good in the spring. We are all starting to peek out of our caves to see if the sun is warm enough to play. … Continue reading 
Mobile Bay
Filed under: Photography/Art Tagged: pictures, ship in the bay
March 4, 2016
Open Eyes
Open your eyes, girl A bewitching calls An opiate punctures Matches your steps Carves your name That oblivious stare The only clue offered Will get you there fast But keeps you longer Much further to dareFiled under: writing
March 3, 2016
The Blowgun
The bamboo of a sacred temple Hollow with ages of bent knees A thousand prayer flags tied Bone straight may it guide The bullets must be hand carved A fistful of rosary beads immersed Boiled in the holiest water made … Continue reading 
February 29, 2016
Sunset Orange
First, this is not a selfie. My very talented wife took this picture since the sun was at its most perfect angle for taking pictures (and she thinks I’m beautiful). I like this picture because it reminds me of what … Continue reading 
February 28, 2016
This Song
This song, begging to be written, sits at the tips of my fingers, my tongue. I have no crown to legitimize the notes, no followers to prod its rhythm. There is only a song. It should be sung so melody … Continue reading 
