poem of the day June 26


Stillness was

hardly moving

The tea leaves 

barely swaying

Time sat next to  me

watching dusk dust

the last color out

of the long day

Allowing the air

to linger like

thin dark soup on 

a summer spoon 

poem of the day June 25


Silence to songs

to welcome the dawn

Chirping and chipping

the birds are all kissing

Friends catching up on 

last night's fishing

Wish I knew for sure

which bird was winking

poem of the day June 23


The buoy floated in the tides

up and down with the pressure

of a life boat walking on water

The silver slide was too slippery for mortal lungs

Still everyone expected more rain on the ship's deck 

making breathing nearly impossible for the storm ladened crew

yet all the sentient souls of lost sailors were glad 

to be counted amongst the struggle of the sea

poem of the day June 21


On the river
standing on the big rock
watching the water 
go tick tock
I am at the mouth 
of lake Ontario
thinking of a scenario
to share some H2O
with those that can taste the flow

poem of the day June 20


A deer was wagging her tail
by the side of the road
no more than twenty feet away
like a friendly Bambi
not afraid of me at all
Ten years ago
she would have run
at a gallop toward the sun
I did not know what to think
Was it good?
Was it bad?
Happy or sad?
I hope she knew not to trust every human
who drives by 

poem of the day June 16


Pretending

to be yourself

is hard enough

Pretending 

to be another

is impossible

yet the world 

is very full of chameleons

climbing into strange trees

poem of the day June 15


Wearing the day

all night long

like a tired robe

wrapped around

the stretched skin

of exhaustion

I see them lined up

every morning

early for coffee

deep lined eyelids

staring wide open

for the next shot needed to 

drag a soul into another day

poem of the day June 8


I picked out an answer

from the daily show of life

one that was neither wrong

but also neither right 

Somewhere in the middle

was the fence I often sat

balancing on a can of fear 

placed near my ear

that sat atop my hat

I knew my path depended 

on the ending tucked under my bed

So I bought a truck 

touched the magic dragons for luck 

then made my way toward head

poem of the day June 3


Light leaping from mountain tops

eventually shines deep into the valley

illuminating the well hidden door

that has been shut dark

for too many long long nights

by the fear of nothing but

rusty frozen ancient human hinges

What happens next depends on life changes