poem of the day July 31 

A bridge forms

a connection

Spans a world

of no man's land

The growing branch

reaches over

wind and water 

like a bird with 

reluctant wings

The other side

accepts this tide

for the sake of

common ground

but all do fear

the big bad wolf

found in between 

can crash the whole bridge down

 poem of the day July 30 

Master asked

only one question

to all those

breathing souls

"Does the difference

between inhale 

and exhale

matter at all 

to the oxygen

we breathe?"

 poem of the day July 29 

The eternal of

a magic wand

Lives inside 

a wishing mind

To see this power 

ride the wave

just swing the wand 

up and down

in front of mirrors 

Full of mirroring sound

 poem of the day July 28 

Dawn afdter a rain

The moist wet air

rises from the earth

all the way to

the tops of trees

I am watching

the thick womb atmosphere 

cling to big green leaves

afraid to go any further 

as the sun spreads clear

over the morning

 poem of the day July 27 

A resting log

has fallen

under a shade tree

in such a way

it welcomes

all weary travelers

providing them with 

a front road seat

of great introspection 

 poem of the day July 26 

Once again

thinking about

the way of dreams

The ones formed

just last night

Thought waves

arising from the

subconscious 

deep sleep sea

So deep 

night dreams are 

often not remembered

but when they are

Some of these fleeting dreams 

especially the strange

out of place ones

can overtake the sunrise

 poem of the day July 25

The connection

of words and fingers

whether it be

Pens to paper

Type to computers

The words still come

falling out of the fingers 

one after another

with connected creativity

blooming through the hands 

fueled by the primordial thoughts 

of a mortal mind

 poem of the day July 24 

Everybody revolves

around their own minds

They walk through circles 

inside many tiny rooms

in moods that change

quick and instantly

mostly at doors

where the exit  entrance 

pressure is at its greatest

 poem of the day July 23 

Sidewalks

on both sides

of the endless road

give traveling shoes

lots of opportunities

To take too many steps

in too many directions

 poem of the day July 22

Watching the lives

that live inside

the cars that 

always pass us by

A windowed glimpse

for a second we see

into another's destiny

but once they've passed

we just let them go

To where they drive

we do not know

 poem of the day July 21 

The lone gull looked

just like a miniature

bald eagle

I watched it fly 

back and forth

over the salt pond

Wondering what 

the gull thought

about looking like

a bald eagle 

Did it even know 

of such things?

 poem of the day July 20  

The old

red white buoy 

in clear blue water

bobbed up

and down

with the tides

I watched from

the safety of the shore

marveling at the ease

of how effortlessly

the floating beacon 

had mastered the sea

hoping the buoy

was a metaphor 

for how America

does liberty

 poem of the day July 19 

The morning

finds the birds

mostly robins

hopping across

a soggy field

hunting worms

as the dawn

brings light

to another day

 poem of the day July 18 

seeing the sun shine

seeing the rain rain

this fire water branding

of a summer landscape

grows in both body and mind

 poem of the day July 17 

An old antique dealer

many years ago

told me that antiques

are a type of fashion

that change with time

Years ago if you had 

an antique original  

with original patina

and you sanded off the original surface

it became a decorative antique

not worth much but easy to sell in its ruined state

as most people want their antiques to look new

I remember dealers at shows

who did this type of blasphemy

were laughed and ridiculed 

as not serious antique dealers

But now Brimfield has become

an oasis of ruined antiques that are

openly advertised as "Repurposed Treasures"

eagerly snapped up at huge prices by a new breed of collector

not interested in original surface patina

but rather in antiques that have been purposely repurposed  

causing the benchmark price of American antique furniture to plummet

I wonder what antique collectors in a hundred years will be collecting? 

Will they go back to pristine purity 

lamenting the fact so many antiques 

had been ruined in the previous great repurposing 

Or will  the new antique fashion be repurposing the already repurposed?

 poem of the day July 16 

The id of

an island

looks out

over the water

with wide

primordial eyes

deep within the sub

of consciousness

Always watching for storms

in a sea surrounded

by an ocean seeking

the path of less resistance

How the waves

break over the island

depend on what

the id of the eye sees

 poem of the day July 15 

So thinking

about clovers

and all the bees

that love them

Are nurtured by them

Get life from them 

No delusion of clover

Not like a swarm of humans

who look for luck'

within every leaf

Even I confess

I'm looking over 

for a 4 leaf clover

 poem of the day July 14 

The daily parts

of each and every day 

unfold as dawn

makes it way

up a lighted mountain

Where lunch is served

until rush hour

Then a giant snake

clogs  the highway

till after dinner

when dusk takes

away the last hints

of a single sun

Allowing dreams

to pour out

of the Milky Way

that leave just

before I wake

into another dawn

reminding me 

of the total  sum

of familiar security 

 poem of the day July 13 

The happy march

of daylilies

lining the roads

of  New England

welcome each traveler

with big orange smiles

that can frame one's mood

with little regard of 

the weather

 poem of the day July 12 

The black and white

of wake and sleep

does get confused

inside of dreams

Like little islands

of bubbled thoughts

these eyes of time

within the twix

can color shade 

the daily mix

 poem of the day July 11 

The amount of light

given on

a given day

can be like

water on fire

weak Strong

strong Weak

These two frenemies

set the mood 

as they dance around

each and everyday

Sometimes together

Other times at war

Making it hard

but not impossible

to navigate a safe course

through a long tumbling river

full of weird strange rocky lights

 poem of the day July 10 

The rain

arrived with 

reinforcements

to overwhelm 

the dawn 

The trees

stood there

stoically

without care

The birds 

sung low

and muted

The dogs were

hunkered down

nowhere in sight

There was no escape

Even inside the air

heavy with wet

slipped into this poem

 poem of the day July 9 

The sun works its way

into every single second

bringing time into the wilderness

but then man in his tinkering

invented the sundial

and in his delusion separated 

past from future

not knowing that

the only place time

shines is the present

 poem of the day July 8 

The timeless master

was very old

very happy

very full of life

with little signs of age

"What is your secret"

the disciple asked 

The master looked

at him and smiled

"I always make sure 

to leave a few obstacles untouched"

 poem of the day July 7 

The sun and rain

caravan is still

chasing each other

in wildly windy circles

Wet and humid

Hot and humid

are settled into a rhythm 

Some like it

Some don't

thrive or suffer

the weather 

reminds me 

of constant set changing 

in the grand play of life

poem of the day July 6 

I have been wondering

if UFOs mostly live in dreams

where they do not need any kind

of super dooper alien space gear

No extra breath 

No cumbersome suits

Only speed of light thoughts 

designed to travel

the omnificent  minds

of deep sleeping Earthlings

 poem of the day July 5 

A tree did fall

in the woods

and I did hear it

I was standing in 

the nearby meadow

when  I heard a loud long crackle

I thought it was a bear

but when I went to check

the tree was down 

and lying there

 poem of the day July 4 

The birthday of a nation

Independence Day

Another 4th of July

The old red white and blue

Uncle Sam is another year older

and is really starting

to show his age

A steady set of aches and pains

born of angry grievances 

have taken root everywhere

Have infected  the foundations

of everyday freedoms

that now show signs 

of structural damage

where institutions  

are now very far removed 

from the founding fathers'

idea of liberty and justice for all

 poem of the day July 3 

A good rain

on a spinnie day

flaps around

a maple tree

The slap of leaves

appear to say

rain rain go away

 poem of the day July 2 

My simple mind

does not understand

the evolution of nature

Sometimes it makes

absolutely no sense 

For instance:

Why do honey bees

all die after they sting?

What exactly do 

they get out of

immediately dying

once they attack?

Is it euphoric enlightenment?

Seems like a pretty

steep price to pay

for an instant flash 

of uncontrolled emotion

 poem of the day July 1

The fleeting scent

of fleeting flowers

merge together

for one last stand

as I look out over

a sea of peonies

that have passed

their perfect prime

This poignancy of age

hits my senses 

with a little touch

of summer sadness