#PoemADay

Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶jlgrantham
2025-05-05

Brick

A gap was gashed
into a stout wall
by winds that lashed
until bricks would fall

through nature’s fists —
a corner lies bare,
now stripped of its
invulnerable air.

This new-cast flaw
forges the wall anew,
now hardened and raw:
In this new role, it grew.

The wall withstands
and bears its proud scars
to spite the sands
from the hourglass’ shards.

A closeup of a corner of a brick wall that was damaged and then painted over. Steam Machine House, Park Babelsberg, Potsdam, 1 May 2025. Nikon D5600, Nikkor DX 35 mm Ć’1.8G, ISO 100, -0.3 ev, Ć’3.2, 1/800s
Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶jlgrantham
2025-05-04

Antidote

I’m caught in jaws of an urban vise,
until I’m red in the face —
A tiny taste of Paradise
hard by the concrete waste:

In a quiet park, a footbridge
spans a creek that flows
down a verdant dandelion-fringed
hill in emeralds clothed.

The water warbles naiad hymns
on harps of polished stones.
They lead me to a place within
where the tree of life now grows.

An ornate romantic footbridge over a tiny creek hidden in the folds of a grassy hill dotted with dandelions. Park Babelsberg, Potsdam, 1 May 2025. Nikon D5600, Nikkor DX 35 mm Ć’1.8G, ISO 800, -0.7 ev, Ć’18, 1/100s
2025-05-04

"Plants" 2025/05/04

Don't lose hope! We are partners!
I'll lend an ear whenever you need me,
and deafen myself when you don't.
I'll be watering my own garden, but
if yours is dehydrated I won't hesitate.
Please inspire my plants to shine
with your luminescent glow.
Let's mentor our plants together.

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Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶jlgrantham
2025-05-03

Daisy

In a desert of stone
and rubble and dust,
a tiny sprout breaks through
the thick crust of rust.

Stand tall, my daisy —
stand tall.

A little daisy blooms from between the cracks in stone steps that are covered in sand and flecks of rust. Potsdam, 1 May 2025. Nikon D5600, Nikkor DX 35 mm Ć’1.8G, ISO 100, -0.3 ev, Ć’5, 1/1000s
Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶jlgrantham
2025-05-02

Weekness
A

Monday I met another
Tuesday we spoke our troth
Wednesday I wept my marriage-death
Thursday I broke that oath
Friday we came together
Saturday we fell apart
Sunday I drowned in tears
and for years I tried to restart.

The weakness of a bleeding heart —
whose yawning void won’t be filled —
just draws more hearts into its hole
and spreads a love unfulfilled.

Two wooden doors in a crenellated brick wall, with the foreground overgrown in weeds. Steam Engine House, Babelsberg Palace, Potsdam, 1 May 2025. Nikon D5600, Nikkor DX 35 mm Ć’1.8G, ISO 100, Ć’5, 1/320s
Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶jlgrantham
2025-05-01

The dogwood
A

A dogwood I planted
back when my dad died
reminds me of my home
that I had to leave behind

It blooms now every year
right on his death day
Its white flower is his angel
so he’s with me on my way

The cat has left the cradle
and the silver spoon is gone
and the little boy blue
is now a man walking on

Closeup of a white blossom from a Virginia dogwood tree that I planted when my dad died early in the pandemic. He always loved dogwoods and the mountains of Virginia, where he now rests. For me it’s a little piece of home over 4,000 miles away, and it blooms right around the anniversary of his death. Potsdam, 16 Apr 2024. Nikon D5600, Nikkor DX 35 mm ƒ1.8G, ISO 100, ƒ2.8, -0.3 ev, 1/1000s
Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶jlgrantham
2025-04-30

Spring dusk

Tulips in the sun
tucked in horizon’s blanket —
A bedtime story

A Romantic-era garden with fiery colored lily tulips shining in the light of the setting sun. Charlottenhof, Potsdam, 26 Apr 2025. Nikon D5600, Nikkor DX 35 mm Ć’1.8G, ISO 100, Ć’2, -1.3 ev, 1/640s
2025-04-30

"Crisis" 2025/04/29

A terrible realization slammed into me,
but rather than fight it, I've welcomed it.
I'll embrace the darkness of today,
bleeding from the cavity to my heart,
to fix this wound with the light of tomorrow.

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