poem of the day March 31 Hope's home

Hope's home

was a chest

Pandora lived

in a box

The tempest

made waves

in a teapot

The genie watched

trapped in a bottle

All of them had one

overriding common desire

to escape into the uncharted

vastness of humanity 

 poem of the day March 30 

The last snow

hung deep

in the north woods

making a final stand

against a warming sun 

Like vanishing vampires

they shrink smaller each day

until all melt into the light of spring 

 poem of the day March 29 

What happens

to the happenings

that have happened

Do you happen to know

what happens?

 poem of the day  March 28 

The eye

of the needle

gets blinded

when a wave

of roque thread

pushes through

the circle

and eats up

all the light

 poem of the day March 27 

body vessel

cup or can

holding all

the gold of man

yet to few own

this shiny greed

a tragedy for 

those in need

 poem of the day March 26

A wagon

full of 

one-way

thoughts

made its way

to the town square

where the dreamless

waited for dreams

The idealess souls 

hovered over the commons

void of direction

as the wagon

reached the center

There it was mobbed

by a desperate crowd

longing to believe 

in something

not caring of anything

except the desire to belong 

 poem of the day March 25 Dusk left through 

Dusk left through

the familiar window

The night passed

Dawn arrived through

the familiar window

The day passed

Dusk reappeared

The night passed

Dawn reappeared

Over and Over

never ending

like tidal waves

riding dawn dusk trains

all window framed

 poem of the day March 24 

I can't decide

if I were

to be

in a play

Would 

want to be

a bird or a fish

Would I want to soar

up into the skies

or dive deep down

into the heavenly ground

Hard  to choose

but nothing to lose

because it is all make believe

and if the truth be known

I was musing while stoned

 poem of the day March 23

Does the air

have a say

when it comes

to the art of breathing

Does it enjoy

being inhaled

into countless lungs

full of countless karmas

Does any of that karma

remain in some way

attached like vapor dust 

to the air as it is exhaled

back into the ethereal sea

If so, can it, does it infect 

the next soul with strange dreams

that float unseen until inhaled

into the lungs of a you or a me

 poem of the day March 22 

Sunlight

Darklight

Spring light

Earth time 

has evened out

The daily tide

of day and night

breaks over 

dawn and dusk

allowing each wave

to see each other

in a fleeting 

mirrored  image 

Before time rides

on the waxing train

bringing summer light

to an Earth in change

 poem of the day March 21 

A dusting of snow

in early spring

covers the dawn

like a fresh canvas

about  to be painted

by the rising heat 

of the morning sun

 poem of the day March 20 The hawk

The hawk

was squawking

rather loudly

at the top

of its lungs

perched high

in an old maple

calling for love

I think it has

something to do

with the first light

of spring

 poem of the day March 19 

After waiting

a long time

waiting 

in long 

waiting lines

forever waiting

The impatient 

eventually

went crazy

from waiting

And after one

very long wait

was committed 

to the waiting room

Where the impatient 

after a very long

time of nothing

to do but wait

in the waiting room 

ultimately surrendered to

the art of waiting

and was finally able 

to understand the Zen

of the hang of hanging out

 poem of the day March 18 

The constant waves

of radio and micro

hit all things sentient 

piercing into the souls

of  trees, bees and me

This clutter of imperfection

an unknowing distraction

comes to light

as we watch a sunrise

trying to poke through

the clouded maze 

of all these waves

 poem of the day March 17 

the dawn is open

the light has been freed

freed from the darkness

that clings to the trees

and how does the soul

choose a doorway to lead

away from this darkness

away from the greed

where the sun shines light

on ideals full of seeds

where the dreams of life

breed as they breathe

poem of the day March 16 

In the character

of ourselves

we open doors

each and 

everyday

Where we 

live and hide 

inside behind

an evolving mask

as our eyes poke out

into the world

of real make believe  

Where we may or may not

play the role of our true selves 

 poem of the day March 15 

First flowers

of the year

Tiny snowdrops

have appeared

Clumped along

an old stone wall

The early flowers

brighten all souls 

 poem of the day March 14

A robin

busy worming

was very  

unaware

I was

watching him

a worming

as he jumped 

from here 

to there 

 poem of the day March 13 

some bubbles

are bigger than

other bubbles

but all circle

around an ego

like airtight wagons

trying not 

to be 

punctured

by the inside

of themselves

 poem of the day March 12 

The magic

of magnets

is beyond

most magics

Everyone who has

played with one

marvel in awe at

the seemingly 

unbelievable magic of

rocks lifting rocks

yet magnets 

are  now scientifically

explained as

an existing force

Perhaps there are

other unexplained magics 

other unknown wizardries

still out of the reach

of our human minds

 poem of the day March 11 

falling

rising

ascending

descending

All breath rides

the middle land

like sailing ships 

seeking the wind

 poem of the day March 10

Water and Fire

Snow and Sun

The mixing

of opposites 

greet each other

Melting into 

a wonderful 

wonderland

full of a

lovely light

that shines upon

the beauty

of the day

 poem of the day March 9 

On the last dawn

of the last day 

before time changes 

I am up early

to witness the past 

To feel the old light

one more time

as it emerges to 

illuminate a world 

that will soon 

spring forward

by an hour

in a human attempt 

to adjust the light of time

I am watching with my dogs

and the old cat

well aware that I am the only one

thinking of the consequences 

of such inconsequential things

 poem of the day March 8 

The birds

were loud

this morning

Chirping voices

full of spring gusto

waking me

out of deep sleep

Their sounds

crested with

the beautiful sunrise

they had invited

me to see

 poem of the day March 7 Day and night

Day and night

the earth

revolves

around the sun

no time

on its mind

only the pleasure

of spinning 

 poem of the day March 6 

Geese flying south

all in a line

I counted the gaggle

more than 49

Behind them 

floating on the air 

was a hunting

soaring eagle pair

I wondered 

after they 

swept past 

my view

if the eagles

got a goose or two

 poem of the day March 5

Why has

the world 

no matter

how hard

it tries

always failed

at inventing 

the perpetual 

motion machine

but has 

somehow

without trying

without any effort

always excelled

at perfecting

the perpetual

war machine?

 poem of the day March 4 

Only the north

lying snow remains

replaced by

a meadow

stirring with green

The rest has

all melted into

vernal streams

An early spring

too early they say

but too late frosty 

who had

wanted to stay

 poem of the day March 3 

The true humanity

of happiness 

is the lost art

of an open

all encompassing 

love filled heart

devoid of selfish

human desire

The lost art of

being able to follow

the last in line

especially if you are 

the first in line

The lost art of

turning all lines

into a grand circle with

No powerful or powerless

No end or beginning

No top or bottom

No have or have nots

No fear or anger

just  the perfect 

human harmony

of all souls

going round

and round

in a perpetual

happiness fueled

by energy of love

 poem of the day March 2 

It has been

a while since

anyone has seen

the tree buddha

sitting so serene  

The first time

I remember was

on the farm

in an apple

near Molly's barn

She had seen it 

with her friend

and a few years later

in Jack's meadow

it appeared again

Since then it has

not been seen

perhaps the buddha

was just a dream

 poem of the day March 1 

The thick wind

felt like water

The gusts like rapids

The trees bent

back and forth

as the air filled

with the sound of

a million hands clapping