poem of the day July 31


The birds are getting up 

later and later

It is almost dawn

and everything is silent

I feel like a church mouse

waiting for the moon

to turn into daylight

I am up too early 

drinking coffee trying to decide

what is holding me back

A fountain pen full of ink 

with no poems in sight

or pages of blank paper

with no poems to write?

poem of the day July 30


The moment

was not ruined

by thoughts of

passed futures

The wave crested

and fell with the same

understanding that

the present was the present

It was only the boats

that had a hard time swimming

poem of the day July 29


As dusk falls on

a summer night

I am reminded by the fireflies

lighting my imagination

to all possible possibilities 

just by a flicker from their divine light

poem of the day July 28


The burden of time

can weigh more

then a thousand pounds

when it passes

through the thoughts

of souls filled with

the heavy drama of life

poem of the day July 27


I'm just going to cross again

find a way to be your friend

in the sea that washes every tide

Playing sand within the stand

a river rolls with a rocky band

to sing the songs of yesterday's home

I can see the dance and the dancer in you

a gift of time from where we view

the passing of the long winding train

Where the opening of ruby seated hearts 

in the sapphire of eternal love 

is nourished by golden yellow bands

and the emerald green of every scene

is star dust for the hall of rest

where a soul that can be friends

with themselves is very blessed

poem of the day July 26


The birds are up

singing for the light

I am up drinking coffee

awakening from the night

Both of us are here 

alone and together waiting

for the morning to ignite  

poem of the day July 25


The randomness of order

or the order of randomness?

Which one to be as we

all travel the maze

I have always thought

depends on whether

one is outside in

or one is inside out

poem of the day July 24


The whirl of the circle

The round of the town

I feel the spirals open and close

as fresh dawn awakens

all tired and rested dreams

with a gentle rain able to  wash away

the fears of ascending into the unknown  

poem of the day July 23


All that is needed to 

change the dark into light

is the angle of the sun

All that is needed to

make wrong into right

is the angle of angels 

gathered around a floating soul

poem of the day July 22


Possibilities grow on trees

each branch waving

a new way forward

Which branch to take

depends on the clarity

of one's walking shoes

poem of the day July 21


The flowers in the vase

do not look as fresh as yesterday

I think they are sad to be inside

on such a beautiful day

poem of the day July 20


A leaf with wings

sings in the wind

Alive with the moment

Floating on the spontaneity 

Sailing without a thought

until it lands in the random

art of harmony

poem of the day July 19


All day long I have been 

watching this mad red cardinal

attack himself in the mirror

over and over again

reminding me that humans

are not the only life form 

attached to delusion of 

misinterpreted emotion

poem of the day July 18


The bolt of lightening

The sound of thunder

A storm on the horizon

I am glad I am home

inside the safety of love

poem of the day July 17


The two doors

were side by side

in the middle of the road

Everything about them was the same

but over time a deep path had been  

worn only to one of the doors

I watched as the line of pilgrims

slid into the familiar groove like wiggling worms

traveling in a time tunnel

Most everybody was eager to use the well oiled door

that opened with rehearsed ease

Occasionally a soul jumped from the deep groove

and approached the other door

but most were stopped by the hinges that had

rusted shut with time

Most gave up and went back into the established path

Only a handful were able to overcome the rust

and enter the other door

But having not been through I have 

no idea if the same road continued on the other side of each door

poem of the day July 16


On the drive to Vermont

is a beautiful marsh

where the steam rises

off the water in surreal fog

A primordial place

where although

I have never seen one

A god or two must 

live somewhere in the craggy mist

poem of the day July 15


The road just goes

It has no horse

it needs to feed

Only the travelers

walk the direction

of their fate

poem of the day July 14


Picking

Choosing

Deciding

whether

I need

the perfect knife

to cut the perfection

from the forbidden fruit

poem of the day July 13


It was an astonishing dinosaur find

even for the team of 

radical religious evolutionists

A prehistoric bible was discovered

within the remains of a Tyrannosaurus Rex

But even more astonishing

was the caveman note

found tucked into the stone bible

There was a recipe for the most delicious Brontosaurus pie.

The ingredients were:

5 pounds fresh Brontosaurus

1 tablespoon sea salt

2 medium onions

4 stalks celery 

3 carrots

2 cups flour

1 cup Stegosaurus lard

The scientist were all dumbfounded:

The old recipe was the missing link

they had been searching for

With the exception of the Brontosaurus

the recipe was exactly like present day chicken pot pie

poem of the day July 12


The vagueness 

of the morning

Soft fog clouds

with a hint of sun

Some branches

wiggling in a stagnant wind

No real direction

other then the muffled 

voices of talking birds 

Dawn trying to decide

without deciding

letting the stream

be all possibilities 

until the time is right

for riding the light

poem of the day July 11


The turnover of words

The rush of thoughts

springing from the well

A river like consciousness

winding over ideas

formed by mountains of emotions

that carve deep into 

valleys of inner stillness

I sit here reflecting

on the rain of poems

as dawn whispers words

into my waking soul

poem of the day July 10


A walk along a river bank

the water flowing over rocks

The same rocks that have been

there since the great flood

Stone guards of the past

line the river like a pearl necklace

embracing fresh water from somewhere else

in the slow release of winter's wealth

poem of the day July 9


A pair of fawns

twin spots and a mother

strolling near the tree line

I have been watching the dance

for a couple of weeks

The give and take 

The old march of time 

Changes have happened

to everything including the spots

which have faded in the song of moving life

poem of the day July 8


I hear a poplar grove

is but a single tree 

as far as anyone can see

Sprouting root to root

pushing up here and there

The same tree appears

like fairies wearing underwear 

but the question I would like told

Does the poplar tree have separate souls?

poem of the day July 7


The beautiful stone wall

rings my meadow

in delicious delight

Hidden by time is the toil

from long ago

when the land 

was still wild

full of rocks

brought down 

in a flood greater 

then the time of Noah

Iron willed farmers armed

with long hand horses

picked the earth of each 

and every stone to make

the field into a home

poem of the day July 6


Strange to be

in a mountain valley

while climbing the peak

of a valley mountain

Of course a watery river

runs over all the stuck rocks

filling up those confused spaces

that make up a mind full of imagination

poem of the day July 5


What one sees

out of a window

depends on more

then the cloudiness of the glass

that separates the inside 

from the outside

Sometimes the clarity

of vision is clouded

by the very well being

of who is looking

poem of the day July 4



Red White and Blue

for a barbecue

America's birthday 

Something for me

Something for you

A pride that ranges

from fun to guns

A parade of cultures

so entwined within 

the hate and love

that grows on regional vines

What independence means to you

depends on your view of how the flag 

hangs on the post of hope

Happy 4th of July!!!!

poem of the day July 3


The four letter words

were battling it out

on the battlefield of souls

Hate was dressed in white

to confuse the fearful

Love tried to open the door

but used too forceful a kindness

and was held out by the fear

carried by white dressed bullies

who used one way bibles

to beat back the advance of love

It all looked like insanity

until the girls with flowers appeared

dressed in hope armed with 

the five letter word of maybe

poem of the day July 2


Petals fallen

from an artful vase

The pattern of a peony

arranges into the table

pointing towards infinity

I marvel as I clean

the simple Zen of a beautiful mess

no other will see

because they're still at rest

poem of the day July 1


Life wiggles

like a worm

on a summer morning

Too bad the bird

was watching

and caught

an early meal

So much chance 

in the dance of reality