poem of the day June 29


What  part of humanity

is linked to anatomy?

The desire to be human

is our  bond of union

To tear this apart

by the intolerance

of  misled ideology 

is not the recipe of equality

poem of the day June 28


The light was kind of silver

on this morning's early dawn

The sky was out so slowly

like molasses in a pie

I said to the maple

standing next to me

"Is this light

the light we see

the same for you as me?"

poem of the day June 27


Earth is

a wild place

man tries

to tame

Thinking the

self centered

importance

of his desire

can ride

any storm

such is

the mask of delusion

poem of the day June 26


If the distance

between 

up and down

is the same as

the distance

between

down to up

then the difference

between the two

must depend on

the gravity of the situation

poem of the day June 25


I watched a

poplar forest grow 

like tiny little embryo 

been four weeks

since I'd mowed

A carpet has grown 

two feet high

into the meadow

where new poplar lie

until the mower 

comes round again

to ground the stalks

into nothingness Zen

poem of the day June 24


Life of a

two word 

breath

forms a

beautiful

shape of

in and out

hope pray

hop     ray

ho        ay

h            y

ho        ay

hop     ray

hope pray

hop     ray

ho        ay

h            y

ho        ay

hop     ray

hope pray

breathe

open

breathe

close

breathe

deep

breathe

daily

poem of the day June 23


There are pounds of dust

invading from everywhere

I can see the tiny flakes

floating in the sun

No rain for weeks

The lawn is brown

lots of baked dark ground

beginning to look like brownies

Time for a serious rain dance

poem of the day June 22



A summer morning

has a certain stillness

a lazy lingering calm 

different then spring

I reach and touch

the drift of long days

feeling the welcome peace

like many souls before

poem of the day June 21


more light

more time

in which

to see 

the darkness

of humanity

poem of the day June 20


Fireflies

flick light

here and there

like small stars

swimming across

the Milky Way

inside my living room

poem of the day June 19


A dog

trained

at birth 

goes

into a cage

willingly

feeling safe

in the bars

that hold him

Makes me 

wonder what

cages we humans

live in without

even knowing

we are prisoners

poem of the day June 18


The difference

between steps

and stairs

is the angle

of which we

walk on the 

leash of time

The motion

of all things

start before

up and down

says me the 

walking clown

poem of the day June 17


How still we find

an uphill climb

that reaches

toward the sun

How each step

becomes a stool

a stepping stone

a map of life

within the dawn of calm

This settled fog

on valley floor

teaches all we

need to know

of windless mornings

without a breeze 

but still so full of flow

poem of the day June 16


What if the sun

was a giant fish

A whole round sailfish

full of fins of fire 

shooting rays of

golden morning light

What would you do

if there was such a fish?

I know what i'd do

I would make a good wish

poem of the day June 15


Fire ants

Fire people

seems like

a lot of effort

Everybody

is biting

or boiling

everybody

A simple dance

of migration

has swollen

the virus with

bigger ideas

better ideas

then the old flag

of law and order

poem of the day June 14


So many poems

have been written

of fields of clover

A sweet purple sea

reaching over and over

Feelings full of honey bees

are in the field in front of me

and like any other lucky beholder

I begin to search for a four leaf clover

poem of the day June 13


It was a round square

edges polished with life

All the twists and turns

eventual merged into mixed light

Into one long dream sitting atop

an inner bridge like mountain

fishing for a shape born of nothingness

poem of the day June 12


I am walking

by trees

watching

the rain

as it falls

over a very dry

yesterday

Slowly time

works the water

into the ground

A natural perfection

just ask the trees

who have set down roots 

and made here a home

poem of the day June 11


Up before

the birds sing

watching night

turn dawn light

I have a seat

to an everyday party

with no cover charge

except for a pound of sleep

poem of the day June 10


A fishing line

without a hook

but lots of bait

takes enormous skill 

to catch your fate

poem of the day June 9


The two pebbles

lay side by side

on the river bed

One was old 

water polished

One was new

with sharp edges 

Yet both inside 

were made of stone

Their only difference was

the skin of time

poem of the day June 8


To be a body where

all kinds of wind

swirl around

everyday

over and over

splashing across

a boat of flesh

sometimes piercing

into the mast of a soul

Some physical pressure

Some emotional tide

Some gusts of ideas

will find their way inside

I feel, you feel

But remember the wind

has a mind of its own

poem of the day June 7


The strong moral wind

is not a safe place

for a loud paper tiger

Even a house of cards

reinforced by steel wire

and someone else's bible

will not keep the tide

of change from seeping 

deep into the frightened bunker

poem of the day June 6


I watched early

silver slipper shoes

disappear within

the meadow line

Each footstep 

reminded me 

temporarily of time 

For now the steps 

reflect the light

The shine of

rising dawn

And all that's left of

silver slipper shoes

are footprints full of sun

poem of the day June 5


It was funny

how the money

smelt like kangaroo

I noticed it the other day

perhaps so did you

but even in the odor

I felt the hand of greed

clap my back in a Cadillac

with a fist full more of green

poem of the day June 4


Different shades

of green 

Sun inches 

over leaves

Sage into emerald 

I like the shadows

as they shift from

time to time

poem of the day June 3


Although your feet

wear the same 

pair of shoes

your mood does change

Some walks will

take you down 

a rabbit hole

Some walks

will take you

to the moon

poem of the day June 2


A perfect world

round and flat

full of every other's 

this or that

has now been buried 

in hateful divide 

love covered by rising tide

Where All souls drift fearful 

somewhere on a violent sea

in an ocean teetering democracy 

When searching deep for answers and clues

don't forget the mirror is you

poem of the day June 1


kernel

grain

seed

so much

potential

in something

so small

so easy

to sprout

so hard

to control