poem of the day October 30 

A mattress

in a hotel

belonging to

no one body

Covered each night

by only the skin

of clean sheets

has sagged from

the weight of

many a traveler

Absorbing minds

from all over 

the spiral of souls

Do these dreams

of road pilgrims

become ghosts

that come to life each night

in strange out of time dreams?

 poem of the day October 29 

It was

the most

ghoulish 

reality show ever 

but sadly

the most watched 

reality show ever

Death Row Dinners

Each  execution 

an iron celebrity chef

would turn the  

last meal request

of the condemned 

into a memorial final feast

worthy of a lasting last supper

It was so popular

that many were

lobbying it as a

moral reason to keep

the death penalty

 poem of the day October 28 

All those boats

on a finger lake

look like water bugs

with sails rocking

in the wind of plenty

I see them playing

tag with each other

as I remember the past

 poem of the day October 27 

The way the hill

looked in the rain

reminded me of fate

Each drop a path

of twists and turns

as water found its place

it joined with others in

the field that mankind 

once did sow

A place where dreams

turn into streams

that often come and go

 poem of the day October 26 

To get away

with everything

tempts even 

a holy man

A string of pearls

circles the world

with riches from

from every land

These treasures belong

to everyone

but greed has

made them prized

Where these  

dangling gems

tempt certain men

who chase them 

till they die

 poem of the day October 25

The day is quite

a shade of grey

The rain falling

soft and tame

The few leaves

that still remain

poke out of time

to blend within

this blanket fog

so perfectly so I can see

the souls of barren logs

 poem of the day October 24 

The frost appeared

on the window pane

iced and very cold

The meadow green

had a thin white shine

that made it look real old

I looked upon this night of change

like one would a tide

and thought about all the plants

that may or may not have survived

 poem of the day October 23

I watched the leaves

all afternoon
fall swiftly in 

a northern wind
born somewhere
cool from Canada
The air so fresh

so full of change

cold front comes

into range

 poem of the day October 22 

full moons

have good light

on a good night

I am able to see

the man on the moon

big and very yellow

quite a jolly old fellow

 poem of the day October 21 

The storm cloud

do not look

like democracy

It was full of 

self serving greed

The poor sun was overwhelmed

by the dark blanket of rage

The fragile law of equality 

lost its balance as the world began to return 

to the survival of the evilest

 poem of the day October 20 

October morning

Dogs in the meadow

Grass  greener

than Ireland 

Emerald green

looking for Leprechauns 

Still no frost

 poem of the day October 19 

To understand

every pore

best to know 

every door

What to open

What to close

from bellybutton

to tips of toes

but first thing first

Stand feet real close

Check the left

Check the right

Up and down

Which is stronger

left or right?

Merge the weak

into the strong

hold them together

and re-read this poem

 poem of the day October 18 

An autumn leaf

full of summer 

full of grand color

falls into the river

floating effortlessly 

on the rain fed current 

I watched the leaf move

down toward the sea

using the rush of water

to slip back and forth

from side to side 

bounded like all things

but like all things free to glide

on a magic carpet ride

 poem of the day October 17 Late Autumn sun

Late Autumn sun

Thick mellow breeze

Still green meadow

No frost on horizon

Strange to see 

so many happy flowers 

happy as can be 

 poem of the day October 16 

The sky looked

like a golden cage

as the sun reflected

off the underbelly

of a rippled cloud

reinforcing the idea

that we are bounded 

to our Mother Earth

somewhere on a beautiful journey 

 poem of the day October 15 

An old gathering post

in the center of town 

has long been neglected 

and is now rundown

What color to paint

a post from the  past

is a difficult question

one has to ask

With so many coats

of the same old color

change is hard 

from one to another

Do we refresh 

the color we knew

or try painting uncharted

into something brand new

Does an old idea need

to consider its tradition

when painting a post

is a future decision 

 poem of the day October 14 

A circle of hearts

The coming, going

beat of humanity

Hearts traveling from

circle to circle 

into endless circles

always showing up 

with other hearts

in other circles

Sometime friends

Sometimes strangers

all round hearts 

live in chambers 

Round and Round

the hearts do go

circle into circle

the humanity flow

 poem of the day October 13

When standing

in the meadow

relaxing with a friend

thinking about meditation

while talking about Zen

Our WA was suddenly interrupted

by a loud  thunderous crash

coming deep from the forest

We listened until it passed

We ran to see what made 

this earth shaking clatter 

Soon we came upon 

the reason for the matter

A huge giant pine had toppled loudly to the ground

proving a tree falling alone in the forest does make a sound

 poem of the day October 12 

Stone walls 

of unknown 

artist farmers

dot New England

Forgotten hands

leave behind

a beautiful reminder

of daily toil

Making art out of

the endless necessity 

of having to move the rocks 

to grow the crops

 poem of the day October 11

As the leaves of color

fall off their branches

As the canopy slowly

sheds its summer shield

The trees begin the return

to their true nature

Vulnerable  Naked

Each flaw exposed

allowing me to

see deep into the soul

of a sleeping forest

 poem of the day October 10 

I dreamed a civil war

was on the horizon

I was watching a grand see-saw

full of tribes debating 

the rise and fall

of love and hate

Each up and down 

was filled with crowds thinking

their idea of love was better

than their idea of love

It was very confusing and

did nothing except 

anger everybody

into riding the wave of hate

 poem of the day October 9 

I like the way

old black and white

photos look

Everything so simple

just shades of grey

no distraction of colors

It allows me the window 

to gaze beyond the photo

to peer into the soul of a picture

instead of focusing on surface colors

inspiring me to imagine the light of inner rainbows 

 poem of the day October 8 Early fog 

Early fog

lingers over 

October day

bringing

grey times

to a morning

waiting for 

the strength

of an angled sun

 poem of the day October 7 

With a world

now full of

disinformation

alternative facts 

and not being

able or willing

to plum the truth

I want to confirm

to all those listening

The point of 

a pointed object

is the point

 poem of the day October 6 

air so fresh

mind empty

the merging

of thought

and wind

mix in morning light

 poem of the day October 5 

The rain was

exceptionally wet

I watched the illusion

cover autumn dusk as it

glistened very slippery

on yellow leaves

of old sugar maples

I made me think

of soggy atmosphere 

and the shades of all  things wet

poem of the day October 4  

Rain was feeling

different all afternoon

strong and soft

but neither taking control

Until the sun 

poked through 

but that held for 

just a small while

then it was back 

to the same old indecision 

 poem of the day October 3 

Air seemed

very October

Leaves seemed 

very October too

There was

an atmosphere 

full of anticipation

sort of bittersweet

cold coming  through

yet when the day 

turned very sunny

and I felt warmth 

on my face

it gave me pause

to think of seasons

and how they change

at their own pace

 poem of the day October 2 Occasionally

Occasionally

Time will fly

incognito into 

big crowded rooms 

full of clocks

that have lost

their hands

Making it

impossible 

for anyone

to tell if even 

one second 

has passed

 poem of the day October 

Ideas grow

in all kinds

of fertile soil

A bean with

the same dream

of freedom

planted miles apart

nurtured by unrest

will bear a different fruit

than one watered in truth

yet both are food for thought