poem of the day July 31

“Is it really gone?”

Before asked After

“Will it really happen?”

After asked Before

Both were sitting

in fretting minds

unable to touch

each other

Always Separated

by the never waiting Present

moving forth each moment

without a care for either

No matter how hard they tried

Before and After could not stop

their thoughts of past and future

Forever influencing mortal souls

trying to live in the ever present

poem of the day July 30


A small slip of a moon

before the dawn

reminds me of my mother

like a smile from heaven

just for me

shining through

the window

her light of eternity 

poem of the day July 29

Warm waves

a friendly hand

The support you get

is long and wet

Allowing you to surf

into the destiny

of your desire

But be aware

of your own feet

They may hold you back

from completing this feat

poem of the day July 28


The old photograph

of the GI kissing his girl

captures a glimpse of time

frozen in the past

But for the two souls

in the picture

It was then the present

Full of passion

and even though 

they are long gone

the magic moment lives forever

way beyond those looking

at their karma

poem of the day July 27


Queen Ann's lace

what a pretty face

standing in the summer field

Rows of wild carrots

weaving together

in the wind 

A living table cloth

of white medallions

that at first glance

look the same

but like homemade dreams

All are different views

of the same robe

making for a beautiful tapestry

while driving on an afternoon road

poem of the day July 26

A certain snow of gloom

sits atop a happy mountain

A certain sea of joy

flows over a sad valley

There is always a bit

of imperfection in perfection

whatever the direction

of the whirling soup of extremes we all live within 

It is a world of endless possibilities

controlled by an emotional stew

that defines me

that defines you

poem of the day July 25


Peace at dawn

before its gone

Even the car

is sleeping

in the sticky summer air

I am waiting for the sun

to stir the long hot road

into a map of understanding

poem of the day July 24


Come deep the drop

Come high the climb

Encouragement from the extremes

Loud bull horns

standing way beyond the center

Where anger and fear

live in the open

blood veins of all those

trying to protect sanity

from insanity

Hot cold soldiers following 

the same old map of emotion

The one misprinted with pages of pleasure

poem of the day July 23

Perhaps time waits

behind the next shadow

or maybe in a book

about to change

the range

of cows not branded

by the security of fear

The open mind

springs only as high

as the mountain it lives in

Sometimes it can not

jump over a fence

only one life long

It all depends on how

the cow eats the hay

of the valley

poem of the day July 22


Lost mask

tattooed with

the lines of life

is floating around

the long red house

Not even a mirror

is able to find

the face

without directions

Only the divine light

can shine that bright

on moments hiding 

within darken sight

poem of the day July 21


New born eyes

open on blue sky

I am watching my granddaughter

each day understanding more

but learning what?

I thought we are

all trying to get back

to being her

to the garden

to birth time 

to pure innocents

before we are polluted by

the road of life

poem of the day July 20


Floating on an idea

consumed by thought

in a long wooden boat

without a paddle

is sometimes better

then struggling

against a current

with all the tools

in the world

It all depends

on where you

think you are going

in the grand river

poem of the day July 19


Clear after the storm

Air crisp with wind

Sun brighter as it

pushes down

tree tunnels

full of emerald green

The three maples stand together

Old souls facing east

ready to enjoy another day

like good friends basking

in the soul of sunrise

poem of the day July 18


A funeral

though sad

is a very beautiful

reminder of

how love can touch

many candles

with the same flame

This eternal light

of overflowing memories

springs forth to open

the sea of gathered hearts

poem of the day July 17


Watching a crow

and a chipmunk

from the motel window

Each circling

like bull fighters

in a life and death dance

over tasty crumbs that

kill rats 

six weeks

after starting

on a diet

of wonder bread

poem of the day July 16

Simple ingredients

make for flavors

so complex

it is hard to

taste the results

without a complete understanding 

of black and white

Most times leaving fate

lost in the shadow

shades of confusing grey

poem of the day July 15

If the walk

is longer then the road

It is time to focus

on where you are going

instead of how many

miles you travel

poem of the day July 14

I was wondering about

all the loves and hates

heaped upon the human plate

All the generations

of trial and error

that mix so close

to each other

like attic cellars

Joined by the

the living room

where they dance

within the maze 

The lost drive

so fresh a flower

thrown into the simmering chowder

Soup baked by all emotions

Will it last? 

Everybody giggles

when they enter

the worm that wiggles

poem of the day July 13


Blueberries on the summer farm

make my mouth water

Those perfect balls of delight

mixed with cream

a little maple syrup

are heaven on earth

for a mere mortal man

working on his tan

poem of the day July 12


What a world we live in

Robot terrorists 

equipped with bombs

play Russian roulette

with humanity

The panic we have

tried lifetimes to transcend

washes over the road

like acid rain thrown

on the faces of those we

pamper with love

The grand dream is now a screen

where we sit in this body anger fear

drinking a beer

guns by our side

hiding while the first of

the Apes escape

poem of the day July 11


I just realized that

other people's advise

is just the chatter of mice

No one knows how to wear

your clothes but you

Yet some attach meaning

with their gleaming

for nothing but the wish to be your control

Their intent is not your tent

So don't be weak

If you see their shadow in the road

kill them with your  sword 

before they ruin your chance

to open the door

poem of the day July 10


"This is so much fun"

you said as you

lay there dying

Slipping each day toward

a new adventure

but still thrilled by the

one you were in

What beauty you revealed 

as you sat on the bridge

between dreams

Happy in life 

instead of worrying about death

I was one of the many

that stopped by

for a visit on your grand goodbye

That day an indigo bunting

came to your window

The one you looked out 

you saw it and said

"I am so very blessed

to be full of love for

those I love best"

Rest in Peace Nancy

poem of the day July 9


When the abstract

takes a hammer

and drives in the tack

It makes the sign

an image for

walking on the track

"I know where your karma goes?"

the future often calls 

to those starting on their path  

still stuck within old walls

poem of the day July 8


"Does it matter?"

asked the hatter

to the bowl of batter

The batter chattered

"Some matters

are for the hatter

Some matters

are just patter

Others matters

are full of chatter

But mostly

the patter 

of the chatter

does not matter

to anyone but the hatter

mixing the batter

and getting fatter"

poem of the day July 7


Does anyone ever

look at the space

between the action

The backdrop of the movie

The street instead of the sweet

If so I want to know

if your drops are full or empty

clouded with fear

or light shining clear

poem of the day July 6

A good broth

is easy to make

and filled with

yummy nectar

able to heal

all troubles

from the soul

down to deep marrow 

The only problem

is finding the time

to properly swallow

poem of the day July 5


Waking to the rain

pattering down

into town

I wish I had known

last night

when I lay there

tossing

turning

worrying about

watering the poor

little plants

outside alone

in the wilderness

All the that effort

of mind wasted

on time that

can not bring

back the sleep

I seek

poem of the day July 4


I came back into

the tree of me

after spending the night

flying to dreams unknown

Somewhere on leaf wings 

flapping in the wind

visiting places

familiar in past flights

but forgotten in

this spiraling circle of small mind me

Still attached to branches

Still content or uncontent

to stand connected to 

my emotions of yesterday

basking, tasking in the sun

until the next

wave washes me

with the fleeting eyes

of true reality

poem of the day July 3


Oh My Oh My

Only two more days 

of asparagus season

and then

we are on to the forth of July 

Oh My Oh My

My lovely garden grass 

is gone for the year

"But do not fear"

says the golden spear

"I'll be back

in another year

poem of the day July 2


When long suns

set at night

and the music

fills the trees

I think of all 

the world at peace

beneath the summer breeze

The wild and the very tame

I wish them all the best

cause in every one

there is the sun

that walks with them till death

poem of the day July 1


The first of July

and the wild roses

are blooming

So fragile a flower

these wild ones

that can not last even

a day inside a trapped vase

Petals so fleeting

I have to smell

them carefully

as not to break their beauty