poem of the day September 30


Early morning rain

not quite a rain

but a relaxed mist

Sort of like high tide

just spilling out

over the dry earth

Over my thoughts

More fuel for

the morning dew

poem of the day September 29


The sunny afternoon

touched almost everyone

Indoor and outdoor 

It did not seem to matter

It was only those few 

that stayed inside

their own minds

that were unable to allow

themselves a fleeting moment

to feel the warmness

of  something greater

then their preoccupied souls

poem of the day September 28


I feel time

just now

Felt it enter

and leave

I am the door

the bridge

the fleeting present

floating between

future and past

Opening both ways

into opportunities

that require

nothing but

a well oiled hinge

poem of the day September 27

The trees that lined 

the side of time

also lined my open mind

The trees appeared

in the fading light

with wisdom born 

of nature's night

and while i drive 

the many darken roads

I know the trees are there

to candle my soul

poem of the day September 26


The room of words

filled the entire world

with sparks of sound

scattered by human merry-go-rounds

Strings of conversation could be

heard escaping from fluttering lips 

a lot of whimsical nonsense

a lot of  lost wilderness

some floated on the air like Om

but once a while there was flash of art

with words as full as the greatest fart

poem of the day September 25


An old rope across the same river

connects the fragile thoughts

The opposite banks pull on the water

drifting away from the center

East West North and South

Different directions full of

different ideas held together

by nothing but sinking boats

tethered to the cord of near sighted men

poem of the day September 24


Late summer flowers

on an early autumn day

Sparks of deep rich colors

illuminated by the warm

bouquet of a lazy sun

I am in the flow of it all

happy to be picking life

from the top of a well grown seed

poem of the day September 23

Once again

the round and round fish

were all playing around

the world inside

the vast open spaces

Darting in and out

of the many waves 

traveling life without a sea

poem of the day September 22


The world wide

obsession of War

War breeding War

has lead to nothing

but the birth

of all kinds of weapons

of mass destruction

that are used only

to fuel New Wars

What if all those years

of breeding had instead

been used to breed Peace

Peace breeding Peace

to birth nothing but

joy and happiness

to fuel New Peace

poem of the day September 21


The air came

from far away

Churned by 

the wind into

spirals from

another world 

The morning

was full of

balminess

as it drifted

over the maple

that seemed

a little confused

a little unsettled

by the drift

of new karma

poem of the day September 20


EMOTIONS

Move 

Over

Thoughts

Inside

Of 

Nervous

Souls

poem of the day September 19


Sometimes when

life's cooking

days get somewhat

overdone

The candle burns

at both ends

if work becomes

no fun

Just because

one wants to

be another 

polished year

Doesn't mean

the submarine

can always dive 

throttled in 

high gear

poem of the day September 18


How did the great

big big rock

get into the middle 

of the field?

is a question I often 

ponder while walking

on the road of life

It is so big and round

and impossible for

even God to lift

I wonder if some alien

helped her

place it there

or maybe a great 

storm lifted it with 

nothing but water and wind

or perhaps it was 

just the meadow

that grew the rock in

but all I know for sure

as I sit and stare

is that it is there

just cause it is there

poem of the day September 17


As dawn breaks

the flowers emerge

from a sleeping night

Pastel whites mix

with pink purples 

on a gentle wind 

Pushed together 

like lovers waiting

for the sacred light  

poem of the day September 16


Punishing an accident

is a misguided pulse

of emotions that

do not intersect

the interaction

karma of forgiveness

All it satisfies is

the illusion of man-made justice 

poem of the day September 15


I had  to clean 

the old stardust off

of my red winged shoes

before I could fly 

into the Milky Way

to search for the Used Muse

that some writer

from Silvertown told

me was hiding

in plain sight

somewhere  near

the mediocrity

of the big Dipper 

poem of the day September 14


They were in love

without meeting

It was just their dream

Their ideal of perfection

Each idea of the 

other's perfection

that was longed for

by lonely lovers

that existed in the

distance of time

In minds linked 

only by the imagination

of perfect love that

would never meet

in any street

poem of the day September 13


Standing under

the seventh son

flower tree

watching all the 

busy bees

The fragrance

drifting over

the open field

bathing me in

a sweet soulful

invisible fog

as I become

one with the bees 

inhaling all understanding

Alive with the simple

pleasure of just 

smelling the flowers 

poem of the day September 12


The directions read:

Sometimes more

than an open door

is needed to bloom

a closed house

stuck in the moat

of stale emotions

Sometimes the far away

wind is needed

to push the boat

over the frozen moat

and into the open sea

poem of the day September 11


After the dance

the cleanup happens

The mind of all

conversation 

turns back toward

a fleet of bodies

that are used to

as stock actors

in the music of human

poem of the day September 10


I saw a wall of vision

that grew around the wind

It floated alive like seaweed

as the tide came rushing in

Life is a giant magnet

made of many human souls

The ones you meet

The ones you greet

The ones you never hold

The vision grew much stronger

till the waves were hard to touch

that was when God busted in

but the force was just too much

poem of the day September 9


The shaft of light

came out of nowhere

as I walked 

the forest canopy

to strike the soul 

of a maple tree

The sparkling ray 

held my mind

as it reflected 

off the branch

into my reality

I thought of how

divine the sun must 

always will be

to light the dark 

of destiny

poem of the day September 8


Along a walk

inside a dream

where I can play

in any scene

What do they mean

all jumbled up

within my mind

as I wake up

poem of the day September 7


In the morning

things are always fresher

reborn with the night magic

that lives in the shadows

That is the natural way of today

for those that did not

burn too much dark oil

needed to light the way

for sleepless souls

wandering around after midnight 

poem of the day September 6


Which twig

to pick from

a branch of life

fluttering on a fallen tree?

I think of all

possibilities

as night

turns to day

scrambling with dreams

of yesterday

poem of the day September 5


The world groans

as touchy fingers scrape

down the blackboard

living within the rusty hinges

of old worn doors

built with simple tools

by founding fathers

lost in the New World

God save the Queen

poem of the day September 4


Reflections in a driving rain

are nothing more then

the water drops of life

cascading from high mountains

as they fall over all of us

with deep wet moments

captured by the mirror void

poem of the day September 3


I used to drive

in the car  watching life

with my grandpa

And although I have traveled

wide and far I remember

him within the car 

But now I am the grandpa

as I set upon the road

watching my grandson

wondering where he will be

and what he'll remember

when he thinks of me?

poem of the day September 2


A drive around

a familiar place

can be full of woe 

can be full of grace

I guess it depends

on the car you drive

said a friend I know

who's been alive

poem of the day September 1


Carving a block of time

with nothing but a life

is the hardest commission

a sculpture will ever receive

yet it is something all souls

will finish whether

they are ready or not