poem of the day December 31

"What to bring?"

Question asks

of Answer as they

stand on the peak

looking over the

eve of a new year

"I think if we bring only

the simple joy of a dove

then time will change hate into love

poem of the day December 30 

Inside heat

Outside cold

Light so grey

I see no birds

in my courtyard

Just a strange

fragile calmness

that permeates 

the air of the Alamo 

this December morn

 poem of the day December 29

The day

looked long 

out of night

Tired rings round

the simple bell

I heard the cry

of meadow maids

as songs played

out on sad guitars

And as the wind walks

down the well

from which we all

come and go

I hear you say

one more time

"I ain't  too old for 

rock and roll"

 poem of the day December 28

"Grown accustomed 

to every isolation..."

the country music twanged

"...is good practice

while flying to Mars..."

the radio an endless scream

"...twenty four hours of 

smokey binge watching..."

where time is on time

more than dreams

'

 poem of the day December 27

Waiting for

a few seconds

Marveling in

temporary stillness

Outside old wise trees don't move

Their trunks stay straight 

full of only a single thought 

Content to embrace

each long breath

deep and full

like other fleetings moments

simple to enjoy

impossible to tame

unless one can stand still

while riding the change

 poem of the day December 26

Trying to get

to the edge

of wetness

to feel the slide 

out of dry

The instant transformation

of two tangible worlds

Far apart but only separated by

the difference of 

air and water

 poem of the day December

Me and my muse

sat still in our house

late at night waiting for St Nick

to climb down the chimney bricks

Outside there was no virgin snow

just a bunch of old reindeer

gathered all in a row

Eight of them decked out in their bells

rested in the lee under St Nicholas's  spell

Attached to his jolly big smiling antique sled

a giant bag full of hope dangled by a single silk thread 

yet this unstable rope worn down by these times

did not break as reindeer took off with bells banging like chimes

And not too long after the red stockings were full and St Nick had left

My muse turned to me with her hands on her chest

"See I told you miracles do happen this time every year"

So Merry Christmas to all and to all a Happy New Year!

 poem of the day December 24

Open 

closed

Hello 

goodbye

Hot 

cold

Black 

white

Large 

small

Wrong 

right

Lost 

found

Day 

night

Fire 

water

Dim 

bright

Mountain 

valley

meek

might

Somewhere 

on the road of light

 poem of the day December 23

Along alone

within a skin

life lives where 

drums begin

Inside this home

we name our shell

with anything possible

from heaven to hell

Everything depends 

on how we hold

the blood and bones

of very soft walls

 poem of the day December 22

Light 

so basic

to our life

gets born

each year

at the darkest hour

In this cold winter stillness 

rays emerge from the longest night

to elongate fresh hope found in angles of returning light

 poem of the day December 21

Telephone polls
all in a row
I see them
lined like dominoes
I see them for
what they are
Something to count
while driving a car

 poem of the day 20

In an abandoned ballroom
deep under the rug
Somewhere between
wool and wood
old  imprints
lie sleeping
like forgotten  dreams
Yet once  in a while
especially at night
when no mortal is watching
all the ghosts surface
to dance a tango
worthy of Paris

 poem of the day December 19

When does a stream
become a river?
Is it before
time reaches the sea?
When does a sea
become the ocean?
Is it after
all that we be

 poem of the day December 18

After spending

the last few minutes

in my house

frantically

looking for my

lost cup of coffee

I have decided

to invent a new app

So with great fanfare

let me introduce 

to every joe lover

The Smart Mug

All you do is

ring your phone

to find the cup

lost in your home

 poem of the day December 17

A familiar road lost

Snow covers 

the worn path

Old footprints buried

below a blank canvas

I watch my dog

tail wagging

take a few steps

on the virgin highway

aware of fresh possibilities 

 poem of the day December 16

The old pitcher

stained by time

did not give

up its past

as I tried to

scrub it clean

I could not remove 

the memory

of too many drinks

worn deep into the glaze

by people long ago

People like me and you

who sang these songs

the pitcher still holds

 poem of the day December 15

The tradition of a

tree inside a house

begins with the sacrifice

of a living giving tree

A green soul gives its fleeting life

to brighten the lives of others

who celebrate that surrender

by placing the tree in a place of honor

where a rainbow of lights and

old fancy ornaments handed

down in families for generations

transform the tree into a Christmas tree

Fresh each year with a new scent of joy 

a special place for the love of toys

 poem of the day December 14

Around the rim

of every hole

the ledge peers

down into the soul

Someplace deep

within this cavern  

the hearts beats

the mind imagines

 poem of the day December 13

I need the sun

of a million stars 

to line my time

when I fly to Mars

I need their fuel

to make me shine

give me the gas 

to enlighten my mind

 poem of the day December 12

The art of

Air sucking

Sharing breath

with other people

A strange 

new fetish

born of 2020 

All of a sudden

living on someone

else's used oxygen 

is risky business

especially in a closed space

with all kinds of things

to catch flying on wings

Breathing on 

the same air

has made

inside out

outside in

A new taboo 

for me and you

so when taking a deep breath

hope for the best

 poem of the day December 11

Cream sweet

savory  sour

choose the night

Dream the hour

poem of the day December 10

In this lockdown

I have some very

pressing urgent questions 

that have me musing

Will you need

a driver's license

when all cars 

are driverless?

Will you need

to be a certain age

to drive without

a chaperone 

Will police give

tickets to driverless car

and finally

Will driverless cars 

have liquor bars?

All seemingly

unimportant questions

unless one is stuck

somewhere in the boredom

of a pandemic

 poem of the day December 9

The light barrier

The dark barrier

Both strong willed

iron outer fences of fire

but inside the eye

of the ocean

Inside the belly

we fiercely  walk

along shores of bravado 

I think it is very Sad and Silly 

when our only difference 

is between jam and jelly

 poem of the day December 8

When does one

begin a day

perhaps in fields

of yesterday 

Between the dream

Between the snore

The eyes gain light

then night no more

 poem of the day December 7

Moving along

bottom to top

always seeking 

Some sort of path

Some ride to the universal 

where good seats 

fit right in with the sights

even if you don't have a ticket

to travel deep into the light

 poem of the day December 6

Yesterday the snow fell

very straight down

No curve balls of wind

to play the old circle shuffle

Instead big elongated drops

hit the still green meadow

like a big white blanket covering

not just these leaves of grass

but all of the past generations 

from winst they come 

 poem of the day December 5

I dreamed

I was on a walk

with the loadstone

along some charismatic road

full of strong public attraction 

I was determined to return

the loadstone to its place of perfection

where it had been found light years ago atop sacred mountain

But lifetimes before we got to sacred mountain

we were greeted in an angry hard place

full of red hot boulders throwing

jagged words that stung

like hard vile pebbles

"Give us back our loadstone"

the iron ores shouted at me 

as they began to surround the loadstone 

calling to the rock with their attractive seductive sirens 

I immediately jumped in to try 

and break the magic magnetic spell

That is when I awoke up to find myself

stuck somewhere between a rock and a hard place

 poem of the day December 4

I'm open

I am closed

World round

a flat repose

Big dogs

Little cats

fight rain for

every scrap

Time travels

without thought

Never found

Never lost

I see beyond 

ideas well said

by a milky way

inside my head

 poem of the day December 3

A meadow

draped in

December

clothes 

Worn so well

in afternoon light

The air moist

with cold big flakes

My footprints look

like shoe shaped pies

all in row and side by side

 poem of the day December 2

Lost souls

approached

the worn shore

The one where

the interaction

worm had eaten

all the pages of

the banned book

Even the title 

Love Your Neighbor

was too twisted

to hold off 

the constant waves

of division found

floating like enemies

between the minds

separated only by

the firmness of ideas

 poem of the day December 1

A walk in the park

where the greatness of

imagination 

merges into memories

Endless blocks 

of Manhattan

Gone wild dreams

Central Park South

Nice pigeons 

fly about

I do remember

the horses from

past years

waiting like

19thc statues

frozen in time