poem of the day October 31

Sometimes the universe

blocks you

just when you are

certain of something

And even though

you are upset

it is a gift from nowhere

poem of the day October 30


The grand staircase

was seldom used

The marble was too

slippery

The steps too high

It just seemed

an uninviting

way to climb

the mountain

poem of the day October 29

I’m not

going to walk

across the water

I have no magic

angel wings

I’m just going

to throw my line 

into the sea of Divine

and hope 

I can catch 

a fish or two

poem of the day October 28

The big moon

had so much

light coming up

over the ridge top

It had me thinking

Yes indeed

What a wonderful night

What a wonderful world

What a wonderful life

for a moon dance

poem of the day October 27

Rock with wind

Ring the chimes

Up to down

Row after row

On the banks

of the familiar House

The third room

full of snow

Hot and cold

walk side by side

Long dreams

Late nights

The recurring eyes

of cannery row

poem of the day October 26


Yellow gold

copper and

brown are

the last

laugh of the leaves

The last smile

of the past

Sweet and sad

on the ancient

hillside 

Standing proud

within

the soft glory

of a withering sun

poem of the day October 25

The river looked

the same as yesterday

Not a thing was

out of place

Yet I had to

remind myself

All the water

was different

and everything

had changed

poem of the day October 24



 The planets

are aligned

outside my window

but they are

still

millions

of miles apart

yet they

affected

my soul

poem of the day October 23



 Up 

The light

about to creep

over the dark

A hue black blue

horizon 

stirs the silence

of once

sleeping dreams

into open eyes

of morning dawn

poem of the day October 21

The old button 

found on the ground

had the words

Wait for fate

But what

if you

wait too long?

Does the sunrise

pass you by

Or can you just

catch the next train?

The next bird

The next time

The next person

The next flight of fate

was dressed in

navy best

A brass belt

Two eagles

Three four five

Hike 

to where

the word

of truth

is written

by the hands

of a kitten

but only 

if they are able

to lose

their mittens

poem of the day October 20

Perhaps a tug

Perhaps a pull

The old stone building

had rows of will

The next door neighbor

liked scrambled eggs

but the other chicken

was fried by mistake

poem of the day October 19

The winding road

a carpet of gold

as I drove

the dawn

toward sunrise

The light upon

the glistening leaves

highlighting

New England’s

October frost

Made all things chill

inside the still

poem of the day October 18

Trying to

understand

understanding

is like

walking

the plank

without a

care in the world

poem of the day October 17

I’m going

to watch tomorrow

with thoughts

of yesterday

Watch time walk

another highway

over souls at play 

The footprints

come a calling

with silver

on their minds

knowing I was 

just a voyeur

lost in time of mind 

poem of the day October 16

When they cut

down the tree

all those years ago

I thought

they had cut it too high

Left too much stump

It was an eye sore

on a beautiful

New England road

For thirty years

I forgot about the stump

as it stood rotting

Summer Winter

Spring and Fall

But yesterday

as I drove the road

the stump stood

on the side

looking like 

a serenading wolf

Howling to the wilderness

Strange how time

changes everything

Now I am happy

they did not

chop it all the way down

poem of the day October 15

“Confidence

is contagious”

said the cheerleader

to the bull ringed

crowd pressed against

the pillar of failure

just before it fell

into the buoyancy

of self reliance

poem of the day October 14

If dogs ruled

the world

Would God

be called

Nam?

Would Nam

be the opposite

Of man?

And what would

man-food be? 

Spaghetti with meatballs

or salad with brie?

poem of the day October 12


A drop

A drip

A sip

of thought

An idea

from somewhere

enters

the long canyon

The toes

of dreams

found within

tiny bubbles

spread like

falling leaves

by some air

from where?

poem of the day  October 11


I had written

a poem

about Rome

and how Nero

had invented

the violin

with some guy named Tim

and all I could

think of was

the fire ruined 

everything

poem of the day October 8

After growing

a giving heart for 

the long hot summer 

the fertile field has

yielded its bounty 

Been plowed

and is finally at rest

Tired but happy 

Another season over

the field sleeps

with the understanding

that it will be

rejuvenated by

the peace of the winter 

poem of the day October 7

A winged mermaid

fishing the big sewer

Going after the ones 

that got away

Using the same 

old dreams as bait

No one was surprised

she was unable to land one

poem of the day October 6

A small

wood stove

is enough

to take

the chill away

Unless you are

frozen inside

your own

cold world

poem of the day October 5

The avenue

is the place

to be seen

when carrying 

life in a fish bowl

All you 

have to do

is hope there is

no dust

underfoot

to trip time

while trying

to keep

the fragile glass clean

poem of the day October 4

Apples cover the ground

like red ruby candy

I hear the chug of the tractor

as it drives out of the orchard

Trailer full of fallen fruit

Outside the old farm house

apples are being washed

Tossed into the hopper

Grounded to their essence

Round and round the press goes

Releasing nectar into the flow

One golden glass is

Enough to raise a toast

to New England

on an October day

poem of the day October 3

All that is left

of this fine summer garden

are a few over ripe beans

some carrots, leeks

a giant zucchini

And lots of

delicious memories

to feed me through

the long winter

poem of the day October 2

The pulse

depends on

the pressure

formed within

the naked vessel

born perfect

but unable

to do much

except watch

circumstance

paint the tide

that eventually

defines

All who

take breath

poem of the day October 1

In the stillness

of the rain

I am swamped by

thoughts that

fall in the rhythm

The drum beat

of love and death

of life and hate

And it makes me

sad to think

this tug and take

that begins in birth

will die by fate