poem of the day March 31

Bluebird

on an apple tree

brings all kinds 

of inspirations 

Everyone is free

Orange on belly

Very Blue wings

hope waits in the meadow

for Bluebird to sing

and when time finally does fly 

I'll press luck with the bluebird

as the moment goes by

 poem of the day March 30

I see the swollen buds of trees

reaching upwards toward

a heaven sent sky

I see the sun illuminate 

this bulging red tipped canopy 

and I wonder how it feels to be

a soul of spring inside a tree

 a poem of the day March 29

A good luck eye lash 

on a fresh face

Time to make a wish

Give over to 

the power of hope 

this simple strange ritual

born of human tradition

can sometimes provide

the confidence needed to change destiny

 poem of the day March 28

There once was a fish named Fred

who lived in a tank by a young boy's bed

Fred lived in the tank for a number of years

without anyone changing his water for years

Over time the water receded to one third a tank

was dirty as hell and smelled really rank

"That poor fish will  be dead" his mother did cry

"Now change his water before he does die"

So the water was changed, the boy went to bed

and when he awoke, the tank was clean but Fred was dead 

 poem of the day March 27

Watching time fly

from a front row seat

Living time mostly

watching other lives 

Others watching our life

A whole room inside

every mind devoted

nonstop to delusion

mass confusion

future illusion 

And occasionally 

the rare union

of be here now

The fleeting moment

of timeless presence

One with time

 poem of the day March 26

As night falls

on a warm 

spring day

the air sits still

with just 

the slightest chill

Though not full

but filled with light

the moon shines

on a tall tree grove

I see some early stars

through their branches

full of possibilities

thinking of karma

and change as it passes

 poem of the day March 25

Vernal streams

carry the last

melting snow

Cold and pure

rushing fast

with so much

energy unlocked

by the March of spring

 poem of the day March 24

The guns

were huddled 

all together 

locked in a cabinet

trying to decide what 

to do about human violence

that used them for 

out of control

evil mass carnage

They came to the conclusion

The only people

that should be allowed

to own guns 

are the ones who do

not want them

 poem of the day March 23

The last of

the melting snow 

was full of 

vanishing masterpieces

On my way 

through the meadow 

I walked by

a snow  dragon 

a spaceship

a cat, a fish

and a map of 

America

On the way back

All had melted

especially America

The art was gone

 poem of the day March 22

The weaved coat

so fast and slow

entwines a soul

of flesh and bone

The first thread

The stitch of start 

The push and pull

of a golden heart

From this ancient beat

all coats do grow

Fast and slow into all we know

 poem of the day March 21

There's always a direction

A force pulling strings

which move hands and feet

minds and bodies

both inside and outside

of emotions 

An unrelenting bullet

of fate and fancy

that travels non stop

with the speed of time

 poem of the day March 20

I like to walk

on patches of snow

Sometimes on the snow

Sometimes not

Sometimes jumping

here to there

Sometimes leaping

there to here

Sometimes dry

Sometimes wet

Sometimes I crunch

through the snow

Sometimes I don't

It's all very fleeting you know

as the sun gets stronger the snow does go

 poem of the day March 19

Contentment

within a fine leather 

handmade suitcase

is the same as contentment 

in a recycled ripped paper bag

Both are seeking the same

illusive inner peace and happiness

I wonder if the skin wrapping

of a seeking soul knows of

its circumstance as we

travel within a lifetime of 

uncharted unexpected emotional waves

 poem of the day March 18

Stardust flew from all directions

The big dream

had eyes fluttering

up and down

We all stared at painted horses 

galloping around the carousel

Repeating the same circle that never goes 

anywhere but round and round

 poem of the day March 17

To see from

where one 

was before

There may

or may not

be that door

The hall from

there to here

The road between

once and will

can be a stream

or blocked in ice

Can be open

Can be closed

The details of

the journey 

are housed 

not in mountains

not in valleys

but in the room

of each and every soul

 poem of the day March 16

A little of this

A little of that

mix them together

in a very big vat

Throw in some season

Some sun and some rain

Do a dance or two

Play a good game

Then jump in the vat

with a good pair of shoes

You'll land down that road 

to whatever you choose

 poem of the day March 15

Lost some sleep

counting sheep

while the world 

skipped over

one whole hour 

But what does

daylight savings

mean for trees and flowers?

Do they follow our time?

Wake lost morning tired

with night sap stuck 

like sleep to their branches?

No, of course not

They follow first light

with a wind full of dances

 poem of the day March 14

Between the world outside 

and the world very in

your skin is covered

by the seven sins 

and if one sin pierces

to the soul within

just flow in the go

for a hell of a swim

 poem of the day March 13

I was sitting here

wasting time

thinking about the

flow of endless minutes

when I stumbled upon

the timeless question

Is there more time? 

Another time?

A different time

ticking out there?

A parallel time? 

An anti-time

tocking each second

just out of reach 

in some far away 

hard to wind universe?

And if there are other times

Can one jump from time to time

within the musings of their minds?

 poem of the day March 12

The way the wind

within the trees

moved like waves

on a morning sky

Simple, connected

living branches

in soulful play

The green limbs rose

on every gust

fell, swayed 

curtseyed, bowed

And when they touched 

each other's trunk

I felt the trees all knew the way

It made me marvel 

again and again

They were using the wind

to hug their friends

 poem of the day March 11

Outside in

the muddy drive

the most perfect natural

heart shaped puddle

waited for me

in the strong sun of eternity

There it was for all to see

A  perfect heart with nice 

mud shaped borders

full of smooth silty waters

so warm and inviting 

It made my soul think

of the interaction of love

How love in fate and fleeting time

can bring together heart and mind

 poem of the day March 10

I was walking

around still deep snow

covering yesterday 

and noticed 

lots of anticipation

Fruit buds were swollen

as sweet drops of maple

rushed toward the sun

A green spot of clover

clung to a small

patch of bare hillside

like tiny seeds full of great change

I have to say these early

hints of transition

smiled my face all afternoon

 poem of the day March 9

Almost been

a long time year

since I have

been sitting here

in a strange warp

of lost fun cheer

But the world now

getting very ripe

about to embrace

a different spring

One full of many 

hopeful splendid things

I watched all last year

from my little nest

hoping for a miracle

as stated in the oracle 

 poem of the day March 8

What to wear

when visiting

the queen

I can only

imagine

in my dream 

I would wear

a suit full of light

not too dark

and very white

 poem of the day March 7

The walk up the valley

The climb down the mountain

Stairs share the two 

regardless of who

Top to Bottom

A journey worthy

of many lifetimes

 poem of the day March 6

Long time

waiting

Trying to

catch perfection

I am ready

for the sunrise

Won't be long 

I sip my coffee

and muse

I just know

the sunrise

will be perfect

I get lost in my thoughts

losing track of time

OH,NO!

I have missed

perfection again

Next time I swear

I'll be ready

 poem of the day March 5

Real and the art

of the FAKE real

Water and oil don't mix

Unless it is oil water sold by a

Good old watery snake oil salesman

The seeds of a new revolution  

are being built on an iffy foundation

cultivated by repeating the big lie 

more than seeking the truth

but what happens after twenty years

When the real FAKE real

is indistinguishable from the real real truth?

 poem of the day March 4

Loud blue jays

in a parking lot

non stop calling

for I know not what

Perhaps something found

by a round-a-bout 

Their squawking sounds 

like a spinning top

round and round

but never stop

 poem of the day March 3

A soul is omniscient

often clouded by a mind of time

In this eternal union landscape

of contraction and expansion 

lives the micro within the macro 

Little Big I have heard it called

by those able to see their souls

 poem of the day March 2

The simple taste

of maple sap

reminds me of

years gone past

This ritual each early spring

makes me think of pleasant things

 poem of the day March 1

The wind brought

cold new air from 

as far away as Canada

Strong gusts all night

rattled the windows as

the old  house valiantly fought 

to keep out the frigate drafts

Now dawn, the wind still lingers

on the tips of tall trees

with a howl that sounds

like a band lost whistles 

The new cold morning brings

a crispness to the farm