poem of the day February 28

Objects and people

the interaction of

sharing the same space

Animates hanging with Inanimates

Where in the grand stage 

full of conscious unconscious

anything is possible

especially when God

throws out a little wind

to blow over the pair

 poem of the day February 27

Happiness 

is a river bed

that carves 

into a soul 

Each day

a little deeper

as life does unfold

How deep it goes 

into the toes 

depends on where we walk  

Make sure your light of happiness

is not burden by your cross

 poem of the day February 26

The moon was strong

with lots of light

I watched it

on the fallen snow

Illuminating a wonderland

where shadows peak from

the souls of secret trees

Painted patterns up and down 

forming words on the lovely snowy white

I think about what these shadows

may or may not say

as dawn arrives to start the day

 poem of the day February 25

The mind is often

never good

at seeing what it saw

It filters life's experience 

gained by years of toil

The eye of a camera 

always captures what it sees

but the mind of everyone of us

can cloud reality 

 poem of the day February 24

Some sky

is good

at merging

while other skys

stay far away

The dawn allows

for their judgment 

I watch light ascend

on this morning

bringing the sky

nearer but not yet sure 

of its decision

 poem of the day February 23

I bought an old hammer 

at the summer flea

but did not swing it
until yesterday

Yet by the feel

of how it swung

I knew the hammer

had been used a ton

 poem of the day February 22

I thought about

mankind and

realized that man

is really kind

We have moved

on from Darwinism

The survival of the fittest 

into saving souls

with shots in the arm

And I marvel about

the art of the immune

of what nature takes

of what mankind returns

 poem of the day February 21

To look for self good

within the lens of self worth

one must see past

their own imperfection

But sometimes 

tiny superficial cracks 

found in the skin of a mirror image 

make it impossible 

to see how deep good can be

 poem of the day February 20

I wonder as

snow falls

softly on

the slow 

quiet dawn

if these white flakes

of endless water

feel the cold change 

as much as I do

sitting warm  inside

my cold morning window

 poem of the day February 19

Ode to those colors

found inside of all us we

Try to see them very well

with vivid clarity  

Red heart happy

Blue kidney clear

Yellow intestine confident

Green liver courage cheer 

Pearly white lung inhales joy

from the mother Milky Way

where colors sing a soulful song 

with a pitch of perfect harmony

 poem of the day February 18

I awoke after

climbing out of

a long deep well

to find all the apples 

and all the oranges

had been blended together

into one big soup

to become a fresh cream

that mixed so well 

and tasted so good

it became impossible to tell 

which was heaven and which was hell

 poem of the day February 17

Born

reborn

everything norm

in the home

eating corn

after storm

sky has formed

a morning poem

 poem of the day February 16

Finding

the attention

for time

within the eternity

of a long 

fleeting second

should be simple

but is easily missed

TOO Late!

My eggs are burned

and will have to

be fed to the dogs

who are wagging their time attentive tails

just like a precision clock

 poem of the day February 15

The idea of promise

The idea of hope

requires no tools

only a desire to believe

but in a world full 

of soulful delusion 

a mind can become trapped

by False hopes

by False promises

making wishing especially hard

for all of us floating

in this diluted sea of truth

seeking a reason to believe 

 poem of the day February 14

 

The humility

of potential

leaves plenty

of room

for the future

The arrogance 

of potential

leaves little room 

for anything else

 poem of the day February 13

Walking along

a New England day

I looked

up to spot

a porcupine sitting in a tree

out on a high branch

looking out over

the deep snow 

winter meditating  

like he was some

sort of Zeni sentry

 poem of the day February 12

There is a hope

in today's morning

A lightness to the grey

A bounce to the maple

Even the blue jays 

feel their freshness

I see them  facing east

as the hue of a new morning

brings fresh clarity to all souls

on this mid winter day

 poem of the day February 11

The humility

of potential

leaves plenty

of room

for the future

The arrogance 

of potential

leaves little room 

for anything else

 poem of the day February 10

Remarkable how

constant incitement can

cause a flash mob

to storm the sacred mountain

Explode into events like volcanos

And then after the waves hit the beach

use the very same water 

to mix with sand to gaslight the shore 

Allowing the genie back in the bottle

forming a new reality until the storm did not happen

especially in the minds of elected clams

who drink the closed bones of mad kool-aid 

 poem of the day February 9

I see a new path

in fresh snow

Virgin footprints

on a blank canvas?

Old steps along

the familiar highway? 

I guess it depends 

on where the journey ends

 poem of the day February 8

The simple pleasure

of a hot shower

the water very hard

very pleasing

Outside cold fogs

the window 

covering winter

with a blissful mist

I am in my mother's womb

moist humid wet enticing

allowing me

the joy

the comfort of

every single hot drop 

 poem of the day February 7

The solid sun

gets warmer as

the days 

grow longer

These familiar words 

have been written

many times

before and 

will be written

many times after

to celebrate 

the incoming light

of a waning winter 

 poem of the day February 6

Times moves

along so quickly

Quicker than Buck Rogers

blasting into the future

on a rocket made of yesterday's space suit 

Makes me wonder 

What is the future?

Is it a Robot named Tobor?

Will someone invent a new toilet?

Have Martians landed on Mars?

The confusion of speculation

multiplied by time is an equation

that must to be allowed to ripen

in both the imagination and on the vine

 poem of the day February 5

Slip of sleep

the when of how

one falls asleep

The final drift of

conscious to unconscious

This tipping drip 

I try to find

lying here 

within my mind

but then I awake 

each and every time

to realize

I fell asleep 

before I knew

the how and when 

that magic do

 poem of the day February 4

A book with no pages

just an old outer binder

holding together a

story full of imagination

The hero is living among

all the daily toil

eating the daily bread

Floating an uncharted course

over uncontrollable waves

The first chapter begins

with a birth, the soul

of a new novel 

bounded only by an old womb 

handed down through generations

 poem of the day February 3

I see trees waiting

all the time

effortlessly standing 

where they have stood

for years

Their whole lives

in fact spent

on the same old spot

I wonder

How do trees do that?

I mean just about everyone knows

standing still is a very big skill

 poem of the day February 2

Steady snow

Steady mind

Steady time goes on

Morning has covered

yesterday's snow  very well

And now in the dim light of a snowy dawn

a steady mind does write a snowy poem

 poem of the day February 1

 

Rabbit day

of February
A grand old month

is getting ready
The day begins with a 
peaceful  dawn
Hung low and waiting

for an old fashioned storm

I see the sky so grey and heavy

with snowflakes the size of giant berries