poem of the day April 30 

Gray drizzle

falls on

swollen buds

Peaches hint

the cloudy light

with pretty pink

Nearby a magnolia 

plays a viola 

and those daffodils

open the hills

What can I say

I should have

told ya

 poem of the day April 29 

The rabbits

gathered

in hats

waiting 

as usual 

for the magician 

to wave 

a magic wand

When it did 

not happen

all rabbits

were left

with the reality

of overpopulation

 poem of the day April 28 

I'm seeing

love around

each mountain

with an April

by my side

Circling around

a maypole

looking for a bride

All the birds

are flirting

while building 

lovely nests

as big raccoons 

stare at

the moon

full of 

lustly zest

I see the souls

of beast & men

inside big 

open smiles

all looking for 

a lover to

to make a

springtime child 

 poem of the day April 27

If the world

is flooded 

with kindness

and the cruel

drown in their

own narcissistic

tunnels of delusion

Will the rest of us 

part time sinners

drink the Kool-Aid

of compassion

and become the true 

equality of eternal light

 poem of the day April 26 

The life

inside

an old

photograph

Frozen

long ago

to a window

of lost time

Waxing 

Waning

A beautiful

forgotten woman

with a timeless smile

holds a basket

full of dreams

waiting  as always

to come 

alive inside 

the imagination

of a living mind

 poem of the day April 25

The space

between

Ideas 

between

Nations

between

Religions  

have become

battlefields 

of tensions

Expansive spaces

full of

clatter matter

probing

the illusion

of righteousness

Where tribes

each armed

with their

own version

of god 

test the limits

of morality 

 poem of the day April 24 

I wonder

if a daffodil

gets a very

springy thrill

waking in

the morning chill

surrounded on

a yellow hill 

by other

freezing daffodils?

 poem of the day April 23 

seeing stars

on a starry night

cold moon spring

perhaps too cold

I went outside

to be with

the blooming

magnolia

to smell flowers

in case of frost

 poem of the day April 22

Framing

imperfection

Making it 

the art

instead 

of burying

our faults

in vaults

reveals

the true

masterpiece

found within

 poem of the day April 21

The spring earth

smelt of 

anticipation

The musk soil

eagerly drank

in light rain

Here and there

swollen flowers 

could not resist

temptation 

and opened early

 poem of the day April 20 

An old broom

sweeps up

all  crumbs

of life

Left overs 

from each

generation

The good

The bad

The ugly

leaving

tea leaves

easily read

even by

California psychics 

 poem of the day April 19 

a beautiful

musical instrument

an organ

with keys

full of colors

is found

inside every body

red heart

blue kidneys

yellow intestines

green liver

white lungs

internal vibrations

full of songs 

to clear both

body and mind

 Poem of the day April 18

The sun

rose

everyday

without any

expectation

of perfection

Perfection 

followed

the rising sun 

everyday

rain or shine

perfectly

with no expectation

The only expectation

to be found

was in my imperfect mind

 poem of the day April 17 Early light

Early light

seeps into

the dawn fog

to the sound

of waves breaking 

on the beach

The morning birds

softly singing

in anticipation 

reach a crescendo

The air clears

The wind dances

The sun rises

over the sea

with a flicker

of reality

 poem of the day April 16  

All those

understandings

stood fast 

to hold 

the sacred line

like fishing piers

throughout the years

withstanding seas of time

but now those

understandings are 

challenged everyday

and all those norms

that withstood storms

are drowning 

in some bay

 poem of the day April 15 

All those

empty shells

on the beach

Thousands on

every tide

Where do they all 

come from?

What happened

in their lives

Were they long

Were they short

Were they happy

as a clam

Or sad

like an oyster

without a pearl

I think of them

All of them

as I walk 

the tide line

shells in mind

 poem of the day April 14 

coming back

to the primordial 

as new footprints 

appear to disappear

on a sand beach

by waves renewing 

the mother shore

with each tide

of a revolution

 poem of the day April 13 

I have been

watching

the empty swing 

in the storm

that hasn't 

been swung 

for so long

Begin swinging

in the wind

Up and down

swung all around

swinging in the rain

Swinging in the rain

Oh what a wonderful  feeling

for a empty swing

to be swinging again

 poem of the day April 12 

So many

poems 

So many odes

about light

Original light

Unoriginal light

Natural light

Man made light

Everywhere

you look

a blaze

of light

Where even 

the heavens

have stars

to shine on Mars

It makes

me think

it must be

almost 

impossible

to be

completely dark

in a light lined park

 poem of the day April 11 

big buds

swollen

with spring

shiver like

cold toes

dipped in

yesterday's

waves

I see them

clinging on

surfboards

waiting for

the sunrise

 poem of the day April 10 

It was the day after

the solar eclipse

and I was on my way

to visit the hermit

with a mind 

still full of 

impressions about

the moon covered sun

The dark over light

How it affects the earth

when all of a sudden

I spotted a wandering 

bewildered raccoon 

walking along the railroad tracks

by the side of the road

Had it been abruptly awakened during the eclipse?

I was still thinking these thoughts

when I arrived at the hermit's house

anxious to talk about  animals

and how they absorbed the art of all light

 poem of the day April 9  

The wild

surrounds

the tame

The tame

surrounds

the wild

Taming the wild

Wilding the tame

back and forth

Roads and storms

Storms and roads

like a never 

ended game 

of go

on the board

of Mother Earth

who rules the show

 poem of the day April 8 

The earth provides

the promenade

in which to watch

on this atom eve

the moon as it hides

the inner light

of our blazing sun

A solar eclipse.

to explore 

an outer light

lost at times

like onion skin

peeled to find

the pearl within

but on this dark of day

on the blackened sky 

the flickered aura

seldom seen

will cast the earth

in twilight dreams

 poem of the day April 7 

circumstance 

happenstance

mostly kept 

their distance

when racing around

a circle of chance

but once in a while

they met by coincidence 

in an event some say

was a preordained occurrence 

 poem of the day April 6 

riding waves

of the  moment

on a body born

of stardust

surfing somewhere  

in the middle 

of space 

with no end 

or beginning

 poem of the day April 5 

I love

the smell

of Hyacinths

that fill

a living room

a lovely scent

a great event

so heaven sent

to open 

a sense

of a soul

 poem of the day April 4 

Strange colors

for a spring day

White blizzard snow

covers green

even on evergreens

The only other hues

I can see

are balls of orange

on puffed up 

freezing robins

as they hunker down

on white covered ground

 poem of the day April 3 

The old cat died

I knew he would 

because he had

used up his last cat life

The big number 9

when I saved him

after the old cat

had slipped into

the toilet bowl

and could not get out

If I had been 10 seconds later

he would have drown

Intuitively knowing he 

was on borrowed time

the old cat embraced 

a most peaceful 

wonderful happy death

After saving him

he stopped eating

then a few day later

the old cat

stopped drinking

but he never stopped loving

or being loved

All of us held him 

to say goodbye

He was content, purring

till the very end

Spending his last 

sunny afternoon

sunny himself

in the warm sun

I was the last 

to see the old cat

still alive

When I went to bed

I rubbed his third eye

and told the old cat to 

follow the light

He looked up at me knowingly

with his crossed eyes

The next morning

the soul of 

the old cat was gone

but his body 

left behind

had one giant smile

bigger than an old Cheshire cat

We buried him next

to the stone lion 

where he loved to sun

rest in peace 

Diego

the old cat

2007-2024

 poem of the day April 2 

early

pink sky

reflecting off

soft green

meadow grass 

reminds me

of easter tulips

blooming on

a merry-go-round

until pink and green

are mixed together

by time into

a brown grey morning

 poem of the day April 1 

natural

storms

human 

storms

inorganic

emotion

organic 

emotion

appear and

disappear

all over 

the world

both are raw

but only one

is war