poem of the day June 30  

The wishes

were all long 

in the tooth

Worn down 

by many years
of the same desire
Yet in the dim candlelight
everything appeared perfect 

as time sat down to dinner

in flames that flickered 

full of yesterday's possibilities

 poem of the day June 29 

The fleeting life

of wild summer rose

too fragile to inhale

without a petal falling

Even more impossible

to bring inside

reminds me of 

the temporary beauty 

of all things traveling 

the temporary ride

 poem of the day June 28 

I am going

to kiss the lips

of every single

soul of all those

countless lovers

who have loved

every time

a kiss goes round

I see people 

in the halls of

one another

sitting on stars

next to tiny mirrors

thinking time

might be

the greatest

kiss of all

 poem of the day June 27 

A soft long day

in early summer

Light still strong

well into the evening

Good atmosphere

thick like butter

A good prelude

to a short June night

 poem of the day June 26 

The world

we imagine

is full of

so many

conscious 

souls of

every kind

intertwined 

in a matrix

defined by

a universe

expanding 

without regard

to anything

remotely human

or manmade

 poem of the day June 25 

While walking

old dogs

on the worn path

the steps

often wobble

under the stress 

of new tricks

But is that better

than getting

stuck in the beaten 

ruts of familiarity 

 poem of the day June 24 

When I was young

life was like a lovely 

speckled belly toad

full of opens thoughts

for every type of road

but over time 

those spots did vanish 

as life grew to old

Now hopping round

all day long with only

a single point of view

I did not recognize

the toad I used to know

 poem of the day June 23 

I have to say

machines 

have become

almost perfect

They do

a better job

Play a 

better game 

Solve complexities

better than

even the most

learned of men

But their lack

of emotions 

devoid of soul

make them 

unable to

understand

the imperfection of art

 poem of the day June 22 

Have you ever

thought about

how things travel

from here to there

only to end up on

your mantle or bed

next to other things

from there to here?

Does this phenomenon 

of object travel

have natural roots

that fit into the logic

of universal flow?

Or have we 

in our desire

changed some

law of karma?

Does even the

post office know?

 poem of the day June 21 

Change is

in every eye
The longest day
has arrived
The earthly tide
of which we’re tied
begins the slide
into darker skies
The longest light
has done its ride
I see the mountain
now from valley side

 poem of the day June 20 

Seeds come

from simple

Seeds come

from complex

both start 

as virgins

on a night

circumspect 

First comes

some light

then comes

some rain

Soil of morning

will sprout what remains

 poem of the day June 19 

Rocks traveling on glaciers

older than dinosaurs

dug out of  fields by busy farmers

still hang together in stone walls

sharing memories long overgrown with time

 poem of the day June 18 

A crisp chill

on a long day

waiting for 

warm rays

The light around

but not yet bold

making summer

morning cold

 poem of the day June 17

Meadow trees

of field and forest

living on the edge

of light and dark

Grow branches that 

curl out to greet

an unbalanced sun

Seemingly defying 

the laws of gravity

until the weight of

sunlight becomes

an unsustainable addiction

 poem of the day June 16 

Dark enough on

a summer night

for tiny lights to fly 

These little stars 

have come from Mars

to appear as fireflies

I see the smile on

the crescent moon 

as we watch the lighted show

of candle flies on a ride 

that blink before they glow

 poem of the day June 15 

Time opens

all that follows

Tides come in

until they go

Floating bubbles

on a sea of sails

where they land

be time fed gales

 poem of the day June 14 

What if Native Americans

had climbed into their canoes

to paddle across the Atlantic

in search of a new way

to get to the Spice Islands?

And when they had finally

landed on the continent of  Europe

thinking they were in the South Seas

Would they have called the savages 

they encountered Indians?

 poem of the day June 13

Shadows

have no light

to spare

ANYWHERE

Just a lot of dark 

waiting behind 

every single soul

facing the sun

 poem of the day June 12

Early green

Yellow green

Young green

Fresh leaves

wet with rain

I see a small

almost slow 

motion wind

bend some leaves

as if they are

waving hands

in a gentle shower

 poem of the day June 11 

The idea of team

comes from the seeds

of the primordial meat

Universal oneness has been overrun

by the separation into sides

Opposites turn the flames of desire

into a fireball of winners and losers

Cheering fans attract each other

with ideas used like invisible tribes

Weapons become more important

in this world of divided division

Gone are the teachings of wisdom

Oneness now has too many Gods

to satisfy the wanderlust of only winning 

I am afraid of the eternal cost

as I come to bat with only a plowshare

 poem of the day June 10 

Little parts of big doors

Knobs and Hinges

work together

but wear each time

the pendulum swings

Open to closed

Closed to open

Eventual over time

the threshold becomes

a well stepped path

A  bridge between

opposite worlds

In to out

Out to in

separated by a big door

which only lasts as long 

as all little parts work together

 poem of the day June 9 

The poplar creeped

again this year into

the meadow lawn

The sprouts grew long and far

until I mowed them down

I knew if I did not mow

the forest would be stacked

So this is my yearly poem

of how I whack the poplar back

 poem of the day June 8 

Something magical

about sprouting seeds

poking out of the earth

Hard to believe that

water and sun mixed

together in a bed of soil

is all that is needed for

a giant beanstalk to grow

beyond the waiting clouds

 poem of the day 

Now a days

roads don't lead 

to the same place

making them almost

impossible to fix

No one can even decide

which tool to use

which way to travel

or what to wear when

arguing about the weather

I see broken highways

full of lost highwaymen

Seems to me nothing can be fixed

until we fix ourselves

 poem of the day June 6 

The transition

from mask 

to unmask

is an interesting

human journey

Today at the flea

the mask mandate is lifted

but many kept them on

while many others flaunted 

their liberated baby faces

I sat on the fence

hanging my mask 

off one ear cowboy style 

so I could be in the saddle 

like a good mirror image

ready at a moment's notice

bareback or covered

depending one's masking

 poem of the day June 5 

A dim moon

hangs on the

last light 

of a long day

Night rides

above the trees

Both wait for

the change of tide

 poem of the day June 4 

OUCH!

The bugs are

so small

I can not see them

but they have

all passed through

the window screen

and are eating me

like an unwanted dream

All I can do is scratch the spot

where the tiny bug bites itch

and complain about how life is a bitch

 poem of the day June 3 

The house plants

have moved outside

They are on the steps 

getting ready for summer camp

I see them all together

with rain drops on their leaves

chatting about how good 

it feels to be wet all over

 poem of the day June 2 

A long morning

opens slowly on 

a long bright day 

in the land of summer sun

I am happy to see

the longs rays of light

are still walking up the mountain

as far as the eyes can see

 poem of the day June 1 

How to start

begins with 

a beginning

How to art

begins before 

a beginning

It is the difference

between a long line

and a circle of mind