poem of the day August 31


Inside 

within

between

a pair

of bookends

are books

that spring to life

only if one reads them

Otherwise

they lie like 

the rest of us

lost inside the cover

of our own dark darkness

poem of the day August 30


I was walking on the Milky Way

when a star flew by and said to me

"You know a dream has very many shades 

that live and die until they slip away

You have to grab the ones that waited only for you

within the fate of the milky stew"

poem of the day August 29


A sea of purple phlox

riding atop a river of green

reminds me of watching

white horses galloping

over open fields free

of everything but freedom

poem of the day August 28


The crickets are back

and I'm happy for that

They're chirping away

on the highway of hats

They've been away for a long time

but now they own the August sunshine

From now until the early frost

they'll fiddle in the summer moss

in good luck trucks drinking wine

enjoying life while the living is fine

poem of the day August 28


The aftermath of a party

Tables full of tired crumbs

Random collections

of plates and bottles

scatter from the wind

The sun rising over the mess

is very beautiful as it lights

me with memories of last night's fun

poem of the day August 26



Do you find something

or does it find you?

The freshly painted wall

hides your past

that walks on floors

laid down by 

other souls

that came before

Sometimes those souls leave clues

Other times just accidents

Both are discovered

for better or worse

by the rudder of a loving mother

poem of the day August 25


Lots of land

in the tidal sea

say the seals

who swim by me

I am worried about

the Great Whites

that have me

full of fearful fright

I ask them all

"Hey, but what 

about the sharks"

"Don't worry" they said

"The White ones moved to Central Park"

poem of the day August 24


Watching waves break

on their move up the beach

Rock hunting sea stones

where the lips of the tide

meet the sandy shore

Sea Gulls nearby waiting

as a Seal pokes it head

out of the deep blue

looking right at me

while I'm looking at you

poem of the day August 21


Forward walking backward

enables one to see 

where they came from

but not know 

where one is going

Both are the see-saw

within the buzz-saw of life

where a soul walks within

the boundaries of the Milky Way

somewhere near the present 

poem of the day 22


There were purple headed Liatris

sword fighting in the  sun

A bee was flying over all of them

to see what was or was not done

I was sitting silent

by the window in my space

thinking about tomorrow

and how those flowers taste

poem of the day August 21


The Sun and Moon

kissed at noon

leaving the Earth

dark and alone

without enough light 

to find a home

The surfs all stared 

in awe and fear

lined up in a row

to witness the austere

With a naked eye

not questioning the Why

the world turned black

the daylight sky

poem of the day August 20


Long dreams 

begin with sleep

when time enters

the subconscious ocean 

Short day dreams

begin with delusion 

when time enters

the conscious ocean

The river between 

the two realms is bridged by

my bones as I ride

the ferry to nowhere

poem of the day August 19


Dark fear bubbles trapped

within the folds of shadows

never see the light of day

unless the deep wounds

of hatred are ripped

out by the light of

a love revolution

poem of the day August 18


Lost in the space

between the dreams

Those early morning

visions where

the horses are

wild cards

and the cards are 

pulled  while riding wild horses

poem of the day August 17


Crisp August dawn

Sharp clear air

hovers over

my waking bones

Making me alive

with a fresh tingle

like new mint

on a meadow hill

standing very still

poem of the day August 16


I was a sunrise person

in the beginning

I was a sunset person

at the end

All I have to say is 

Funny how one can  change

in the course of a day

if one believes in following the sun

poem of the day August 15


Drip drip of 

a morning rain

leaving leaves 

shining very wet

The sounds tap 

the dog's dish

the only thing missing 

is my magic fish

poem of the day August 14


A matter of words

The old who said what

The old what said who

Generations of verbal ping-pong

Back and forth banter

The deer runs from side to side

within these rings of Saturn

unable to get beyond the chains

poem of the day August 13


Paul Bunyan

has died but

his work lives on

in the wood he

cut in long life time

Many a mast

and many a barn

A master woodsmen

has left the farm

poem of the day August 12


Light and love

Dark and hate

Does the universe really care

if there is life in outer space?

I have some dreams

Maybe you do too

that don't make sense 

unless you live in the zoo

But sitting in our cage

seeking the ball of fate

I wonder what we would do 

with the answers to all things true?

poem of the day August 11


I am looking

at the ocean rocks

on my table 

wondering where 

they all came from

and how I ended

up at the beach

to pick them from

the waves of the sea

Was it luck or destiny?

poem of the day August 10


Allowing and Denying

both live in the same

glass of water

and have for many generations

Both of them swim

in the minds of souls

walking in the see-saw

world of unbalanced balance

poem of the day August 9


A primordial trip

returning to the ocean

back to the ancestors

The salty brine of life

Riding the waves as

they break into the land

I have to say is very grand

poem of the day August 8

A well traveled path

within a long road 

is worn deep by footsteps 

one step at a time

making it easy to

get stuck in the rut

of familiarity

poem of the day August 7


So much fruit

on the peach trees

Branches breaking

from the weight

of abundance

reminding me

that even in times

of plenty all things

have to be able

to withstand the

winds from within

poem of the day August 6


Every footprint

is a step

toward nirvana

or regret

It all depends

on the shoes 

you wear

and how 

you play

the game of dare

poem of the day August 5


Sometimes the fog

can drift on the wind

in patterns that are

more felt then seen

especially when waking

from a dream

poem of the day August 4


The railing on the bridge

was of the ugliest design 

It was only built with safety first

aesthetics never entered the builder's mind

Soon nobody wanted to cross

the stark steel lifeless design

Yet over time a vine did grow

as pretty as could be 

and eventually the bridge was covered with 

the most beautiful green ivy

Over many years the railing 

gained international fame

People came far and near

to cross the river Seine

But when a school bus

full of children crashed

into the famous landmark vine

those souls inside were very glad

the builder only had safety in his mind 

poem of the day August 3


I was watching 

the bloom of a

fleeting flower

on a house plant

from worlds away

living outside

my front door

for the summer

It was so poignant

and beautiful

like an impossible dream

that would not be seen

except for the hand of man

poem of the day August 2


Landing in the middle

of a landing zone

depends on how well

one flies the plane

but if one is too accurate 

in their quest for perfection

they will sometimes miss the whole

point of just flying

poem of the day August 1


Only in a dream

can you be in a

middle of a blizzard

one moment then

the next moment be

hanging on a beach

watching the waves

with eyes fluttering

from here to there

carrying souls to everywhere