poem of the day August 31


The play between

summer and fall

is a seesaw 

Cold in the morning

Hot at night

Dark to light

Back and forth

The sun dances

from dawn till dusk

The month of August

puts up with the fuss

poem of the day August 30


A mood is defined

by the way the mind

approaches time

when climbing the vine

poem of the day


A gentle rain spatters

its wetness across

the landscape

coaching the

inner soul 

The sublime shine

of stone and grass

Picture perfect

for me to grasp

poem of the day August 28


To be a fly
on the wall
as I was
at the rehearsal
of a bride
is the pride
of a voyeur
to be there
watching
the wonderful
play of humanity

poem of the day August  27


Gold and Silver

ride the tide

as well as 

anything alive

As well as anything

rides the tide

Even though they can't float

they are royals of the moat

How can that be

I ask of me

It does not float

It does not have to float

I answered me

atop a boat full

floating on the sea

poem of the day August 26


Sun is up

Light through still leaves

Green merged with yellow

so mellow  the air

Not a branch

out of place

Even the birds

are silent

The only thing

not at rest

is the wind

of my own mind

poem of the day August 25


I just woke up

to turkey sounds

A flock of them

are in my orchard

where my one

and only peach

clings to the tree

Yesterday it was hanging

red and beautiful

almost ripe

needing only a

day more for perfection

My muse is interrupted

by more  turkey sounds

I hear them call

"Eat that peach"

"Eat that peach"

I rush out in panic

only to find

the turkeys were

just messing with my mind

poem of the day August 24


A letter from

two hundred years ago

bought at an antique show

had handwriting better

then my typing

proposing a business

of penmanship

to promote some product

Maybe sell a trip

It was written in 1800

and I will have to say

that his form that day

was extraordinary

Way out of the ordinary

Reminding me that script

once part of the ship

Now no longer taught 

was then 

the voice of the pen

poem of the day August 23


Very crisp dawn

Quiet cold air 

from somewhere else

I see summer

huddled  beneath

the trees trying to stay

warm in a sun

that is retreating

everyday

The angle of life

changes the smell 

of the leaves

living somewhere

between the shades

of Earth and 

the light of a laughing Star

poem of the day August 22


The dragon fly

filled the skies

Filled my eyes

with nature's tide

The meadow was the busiest

airport in the world

Hundreds dove and danced

in summer trance

While I listened to crickets

singing their song of love

Long August days

and dragon flies above

poem of the day August 21


Why look inside

the endless box

if you're in a circle

and the box is locked?

What if you looked

outside the box

At that green grass

on the other side?

I am reminded of

the march of life

because 

like you 

I am in it

for my eternity

trying to live

in the present

without being

drawn into

the pattern 

of past future

or was it

future past?

poem of the day August 20


Life in the bottle

was a long way

from the pour

Where the fans adored

the clapping at the door

The tired set in

unable to release the cork

over the long bright night

The touch was

needed but maybe

not understood

to open eyes

in the land of good

poem of the day August 19


The moon so full

of endless sun

shining down

to everyone

How the rays

reflect with you

depends on

if your red or blue

poem of the day August 18


Once a world away

Now just 

a screen away

So many worlds 

full of curls

My friend reminded me

that we are all looking

back toward deliverance

Yet most of us 

have forgotten 

the river is supreme

We don't even

understand

how we have evolved

from man into machine

Those dreams

of tightening rope

Squeezed so hard

by endless hope

I don't know how 

the river flows

But I do know

it has a direction

Greater

then the delusion

of human erection

poem of the day August 17


The tide in the river

is different from the constant current

that wears away solid stone

Water rides gravity

falling from the mountain

perfectly as one rush to the sea 

There the tide waits with

the embrace of another lover

One that rises and falls

on a force not born in the current room

but from the pulse of our far away moon

poem of the day August 16


Some long road ago

there was a silly rodeo

Where the bull

rode the cowboy back

for a few seconds

in a ten gallon hat 

Imagination this 

and all of that

next time you jump 

the bucking rat

poem of the day August 15


When the air

becomes the vacuum

to suck up all live oxygen

The tent of understanding

wiggles within struggling dreams

Long nights of worship

to a God that's make believe

is just a reminder

of sacred  poison on some

never growing leaves

and we 

if not careful

will be like a honey bee

that dies within the struggle

when stinging true reality

poem of the day August 14


The grand walk

We are all on it

Each and everyone

of us

has to stroll 

the boardwalk

So go down the happy trail

After all 

everything

is a state of mind

Your mind 

My mind

All minds are joined

in one mind

with the individual ability

to be golden

or olden

Happy or sad

It is so simple

Just pop the pimple
Let yourself 

be immersed in

the shower land of glad

poem of the day August 13


Snags and tangles

on an ordinary line

happen all the time

A hose a rope

finds the bump on the log 

and gets caught 

by the friction every time

Makes me think of addictions

of the human condition

How we trap ourselves

by our ideas of good intention

poem of the day August 12


Watching the rafts on the river

that have appeared out of nowhere

replacing the calm with chaos

The water is now a parade of happy tourists

Red hats, Yellow hats, Black hats

One raft after another

like an afternoon movie

I look to the rock

where the scared fat boy

on the bank is

about to jump the cliff

for the first time

"You can do it"

his father shouts

"Three, Two, One

JUMP!"

The boy jumps

The rafts all clap

He gets to the bank

Proud smile the size of a mile

"I'm going to do it again"

he shouts to all

How did all this happen?

The solitude of the river has been 

replaced by a cluster of wet humanity

I am then handed the surreal grape

reminding me

that life is full of great moments

when you least expect them

poem of the day August 11

There are words

people say

Before and after

every play

What those

words are

depends upon

the shining star

poem of the day August 10


You never know

what tomorrow brings

When flying without

flying wings

Cruising dreams held up by lady luck

I often think of pickup trucks

and how they drive eternity

Some love around the merry-go-round

traveling hard toward destiny

Perhaps the thing impossible 

is really the face of mutable

in some version of the bull

that runs the street

Running wild is quite a feat

if traveling on a pair of feet

tired by the grind of yesterday

So think of all your runs in life

Choose the ones that moves the light

and don't forget to kiss yourself good night

poem of the day August 9


The girl in the chair

Fingers touching the rail

Her body all twisted

from past lifetimes

Deep suffering frozen

in her young innocent

deformed limbs

Yet I am struck by 

the joy on her face

as she strums the promenade

of Shelburne Falls

Feeling the warm afternoon 

sun soaked steel of the balustrade

on her warped fingers

She is being pushed

by a lost caregiver

trapped within the thoughts

of a caregiver's mind

Unaware of the magic

of the moment

The light of a simple song

poem of the day August 8


Sometimes a whisper

can be so loud

and a shout

barely heard 

It all depends

on where and when

individual boats

round the bend

How the bird

sings to you and me 

is like a river

in the sea

poem of the day August 7

A frame of mind

of me and you

is like a trap of endless views

Sometimes impossible

to change without

a soaking  rain

to end the drought

of human doubt

More then magic

is required

from within

to change emotions

that look toward sin

poem of the day August 6


At peace

with dreams rehearsed

A waltz

A journey

A long time boat

walking 

Paddling

backwards

into the view 

The rear view

of the front struggle

we all face

each day

in the mirror

of our image

poem of the day August 5


Really nice to be home

inside a self

peaceful and clam

a place of safe

within us all

Having that place is 

an oasis within the long journey

of many emotions

through rivers of rapids

waterfalls, mountains and valleys

Wild roads that become calm

like a baby's breath 

when nestled in our temple breast

poem of the day August 4

"How does one reach Fisharvana?"

One can only reach that state

by fishing and catching nothing?

Day after day on the same rock

Casting the same way

Using the same bait

Until you come to realize that

it is not about catching anything

It is about letting the reflection

of the water calm

your mind without the worry of worm

Until you reach that higher state of fishless bliss

poem of the day August 3


Down by the boat house

Sailing to Hawaii with Captain Ezra

at the helm

First stop Treasure Island

where we find the hidden treasure

Next a nice lunch 

of blueberries and cheese 

It was then between laughs

I realized you can travel far 

with no baggage

if you carry the imagination of a child

poem of the day August 2


I am in Canada watching

Water like glass

The big river is sleeping

The sun reflects itself

on the surface

bouncing off the calm

Allowing the morning light

to illuminate my soul

poem of the day August 1


So many farmers

So many fields

The tractors mowing

The hay falling

We enter the dog days

Summer in full hot swing

Something about the air

when it moves through your hair

Makes this August first

a particular grand rabbit day