poem of the day July 31


If you are always frowning

then it is time to stand on your head

and turn that frown into a smile

It amazes me that the same half circle

The same primordial cosmic shape

can be the difference between sadness and happiness 

depending only on the direction of this simple shape

poem of the day July 30


Between the mountain

and the valley

are worn trails of humanity

rising and falling

from the same cliffs

at different times

with new clothes

that are tailored

for each individual

depending on 

the direction of one's mind 

poem of the day July 29


Adrift in the 

tip of time

Somewhere

between breath

and pulse

trying to

understand

the rhythm

that gets lost

in the drip of thought

poem of the day July 28


So much rain

So much green

I must be living 

within a dream

I see the frogs

jumping over the moon

loving the wetness

of a nighttime womb

Perhaps you are  

green dreaming  too

outside inside

this froggy stew

poem of the day July 27


The air very fresh

rejuvenated by strong rain

Simple wet drops

A good cry of clouds

scattered around open meadows 

Long puddles full of yesterday's storm

slowly seeping into thirsty homes

I wonder what Cinderella

thinks of this karma?

 

poem of the day July 26


Take the Edge off

Put the Edge on

Round the Edge

Point the Edge 

Sometimes the Edge 

is too sharp

Sometimes the Edge

is too dull

This fine long thin line 

on the door of change

waits for the flesh of humanity 

like a blade full of human sin

Whether the Edge cuts open the door

depends on the skin

poem of the day July 25


I bought a bag of stamps

Used stamps from

every country on earth

postmarked all over the world

I keep thinking of the letters

inside the envelopes the stamps carried

Where are they now?

The hopes

The ambitions

The disappointments

of all humanity

And realize the emotions

sent  so long ago by the human hand 

have not fared as well as the stamp that sent their message

poem of the day July 24


It was a warm rain

very wet

very hard

very comforting

Came and went

like a pulse

Reminded me of 

red hearts in a boat 

full of thick love

poem of the day July 23


Shark week and I am 
definitely not going swimming 
I do not need a twenty foot 
great white shark to eat me

NO, I am going to play it safe 
and drive the narrow lines 

of a very busy fast highway

while texting selfies on my smart phone

poem of the day July 22


What of the lake?
What of the sea?
Would they exist without you?

Would they exist without me?
Eyes born of many bones 
The long road of wisdom 
like a snake full of turns
creeps in this lifetime 
one step at a time 
I see the old garden 
three  trees in a row
the soil beneath them
believes this is so

poem of the day July 21


A fresh coat of paint

on an old door

covers the past

Hides all the footprints

All the imperfections

The years of opening and closing

Leaving only a hint 

as someone new enters into the room of life 

poem of the day July 20


I am friends with a tree

but I do not know if the 

tree is friends with me

It just stands there and 

lets me pick its fruit

without a sound

Never once telling me

to stop or go

or where to touch

So I do what I please

eat the blossomed fruit

prune a branch or two

All the time wondering

Does the tree like me

better then a honey bee? 

poem of the day July 19


A drop of imperfection

into perfection

is measured each

and every soul

one at a time

I watched the red wavy line

stretched and plusing

like a long trim snake

eager to invite sin

with just one small tiny bite

but big enough to change the light

poem of the day July 18


The morning after rain

has a smell of freshness

unlike any other

Hints of Heaven mixed

with good Earth

I wonder what the trees

think of this moment 

as they drink in the sunrise

tasting this scent of water with the roots their lives

poem of the day July 17


A lazy morning

A little bit of 

summer haze

so quiet 

Almost tame 

Impressionable

like a good painting

hinting at a fullness

sometimes lost

in the blurry lines of life

poem of the day July 16


Waiting within

The Good

The Bad

The Ugly

is the BUG 

Words arranged in such a way

to cleverly hide

the best

the worst

the grossest

of all eternity

A simple reminder

that we all have

a confused spider inside

our soul that crawls

in the dark light pit of humanity

poem of the day July 15


The life of a flower

freshly cut and beautiful

knows it is just a flash

A poignant moment

of fleeting tenderness

as fragile as the love

to which it was given

poem of the day July 14



Green fuses into black
The air stills with nothingness 
even the dogs are quiet
I am at rest
watching night arrive
Small boats gliding over the meadow
effortlessly like time 
drifting toward the abyss of silence 

poem of the day July 12


The blue jay streaked 

across the meadow

like a torpedo from a submarine

I was high on the catwalk 

above the waves looking down

over the green grass sea

A cloud hung over the little mermaid

Her blue fins cast a tiny shadow 

onto the sun lit tree

which cast a larger shadow 

on the road toward eternity

but I could not tell then

if it was a real dream

or just a reel dream

as time washed over me

poem of the day July 5


Where water meets land

is the thin strip of change

I am walking the beach

in search of soul stones

that have waited lifetimes

in the dance between tides

Lost gems churned over and over by time

I see one suddenly washed upon the sand

Sparkling like the perfection of a lonely lover

I think of all the days

All the miles caught in the current

I rush to the beach

but destiny is too late

The waves have brought her back to the sea

poem of the day July 3


Clouds like a blanket
covering the day 
Hiding the morning 
from the valley of LA
Sounds of the city 
muffled in this wall
Birds and motors
singing together in
some strange sounding duet 
calling for the early sun 
that has not emerged yet

poem of the day July 2


I can see the heat

on the maple leaves

curled up by the sun

I feel lucky sitting

under the hot tree

I wonder if the maple feels

my gratitude as I rest

in its giving shade