poem of the day June 30

Do you

ever think of

life as circles?

Do you 

ever think of

the intersection

of those circles?

How and when 

they met 

other circles

like echos 

rebounding

boomerangs 

returning

Spiraling in 

the milky way 

of humanity

with so many

consciousnesses

merging together

Some for a lifetime

Others for only

a moment or two

 poem of the day June 29 

The evolution

between path

and road

can take 

many years

to unfold

but each footprint

no matter 

how small

or hard to see

adds volume

like a history

of travelers 

telling travelers

who come

from far away

carrying the foundation

of human civilization 

until over time 

the path of old

becomes a road

 poem of the day June 28 

The morning rises

over summer leaves

that have taken on

a darker shade of green

Reflecting the sun

like strong sunglasses

making the trees

appear as movie stars

 poem of the day June 27 

The wonderer

got confused with

The wanderer

while they were

both standing together 

dressed in the very

same fools clothing

all philosophers wear

when they wait

to climb the hill

that wanders

around wonders

 poem of the day June 26 

The art life

of style

works its way

from generation

to generation

like a spiral winding

round and round

Building on

each era

Victorian

Nouveau

Deco

Modernism

A line here

A curve there

evolving expanding

Designing itself

Fashioning itself

into new forms

growing organically

out of the past

Into more lines

Into more spirals

Into new styles 

 poem of the day June 25 

I found myself

comfortable sitting in 

an old leather chair

in the old movie theater

open since 1938

watching a new movie

on the big screen 

wondering about

all those that sat before me

 poem of the day June 24

Why we are

and why 

we be

is more

than seeking

what we see

Deep  inside

the universe

merges all

on planet earth

Different karmas

all do align

into one

over time 

 poem of the day June 23 

Can you wish

too much?

Can you wish

too little?

Is the perfect wish

somewhere 

in the middle?

 poem of the day June 21

The wind whipped

as thunder bellowed

Rain fell hard wet

across lively leaves

in air well charged

by lightning strikes

I thought of all 

the preparation

the sun had done

earlier in the day

when heat had clung

to sweat and soul

to seed the change

that now unfolds

 poem of the day June 20 

The water lilies

Big blooms

of white pink 

and yellow

coming out

of green lily pads 

Made the swamp

look like a fancy

sensual enchanted

floating oasis

A perfect place

for a frog prince

to kiss a princess

 poem of the day June 19 

A heat wave

from somewhere

has spread over

the subconscious

of all sentient beings

infecting the moods

of bugs and birds

It has even spread

to us humans

where even 

the righteous 

doglike sinners

have stopped

pretending to

be gods

 poem of the day June 18 May 

May Day May Day

The road is

losing the battle

May Day May Day

The road is 

losing  the war

Japanese knotweed

has overtaken

both sides

of the highway

and is threatening

to overwhelm all 

of New England

May Day May Day

 poem of the day June 17

Emerging

Entering

a new world

An old soul 

journeys

once again

through a warm 

familiar tunnel

Her first breath

of a new life 

cries out

as she

meets reality

surrounded by

new guides

full of love

into another  

future full

of all things

possible

 poem of the day June 16 

The inventions

of imperfect minds

surround the earth

with vessels of

collective understanding

Floating on waves

of many generations

Sometimes perfect

Sometimes not

but always

lots of things

to think about

 poem of the day June 15

Does a tree

with a vine

of poison ivy

wrapped 

around it 

feel more 

or less

protected

from man

than a tree

without it?

 poem of the day June 14 

In our bountiful

world of plenty

there is more

than enough

of everything

for everybody

Yet somehow

in this world

of very plenty

there is not enough

of plenty for everybody

People are starving

Wars are raging

Greed is growing

And the only thing

now of very plenty 

with more than enough 

of everything for everybody

Abundantly found 

in every corner

of every state

is the invasive flower

bloom of ugly hate

So in this land

of very plenty 

we must change

our inner direction

and  approach

life as friendlies 

to get back to having

what the earth provides

Enough of everything 

for everybody

no matter their lives

 poem of the day June 13 

Pretty soon

we'll live

on moons

Pretty soon

dogs will

use spoons

Pretty soon

rocks will

bloom

Pretty soon

I'll play 

a tune

About the

stone dog

spoon bloom

on moons

 poem of the day June 12 

time is often

neglected

year after year

passing silently

without knowing

until one reaches

a certain age

then one begins

to wonder

where did 

all that time go?

 poem of the day June 11 

The wheel

of dreams

The spin of life

All aboard

the moving train

Take a seat

mine the folds

Expand the mind

as life unfolds

 poem of the day June 10 

Like what

would you be

if you were

born a bee?

Would you be

a worker bee

a lifetime slave

to all you see?

Would you be

a flying mating 

short lived

jigolo drone 

who after sex

is kicked

out of his home 

Or would you 

want to be

the queen bee

adorned in

lavish royalty

but spends all

her life birthing 

other bees?

 poem of the day June 9 

The eyes froze

the willing souls

as they led

the way into

the screen door

full of all sorts

of distractions

Everything from

laughing babies

shooting machine guns

To the food served

at death row dinners

From dogs thinking

they are more cat

than cats

To cartoon games

full of ugly avatars

seeking  sex

with strangers in hot cars

These lines of 

artificial addiction

bring all sorts of 

fleeting enlightenments  

to the blinded eyes

now owned by

the light of big

unstoppable screens

Where unknowing souls 

have walked through open doors

to star as willing zombies 

in the great zombie apocalypse 

 poem of the day June 8 

The breath

of rock

so hard to see 

never moves

for eternity

Yet if 

you let

your mind 

wander deep

inside a stone

The breath

of rock

exhales

at dawn

 poem of the day June 7 

I wonder

about

the lives 

inside

of H2O

What does 

ice feel

when it

melts

into liquid?

Does water

get excited

as it rushes

to the sea?

Does water

tingle in

the ethereal

when it

evaporates

into steam?

All these stages

are easy to see

but mostly

I wonder 

what water

feels

when it

flows inside

a dream

like me

 poem of the day June 6 

Sort of

a lack luster

serenade 

coming from

the birds today

Soft dull very

low energy  songs

a cherp here

a peep there

no stereo 

no passion

no technicolor

no avian soul

Just monolithic 

mono peeps

of zombie birds 

going through 

the motions

on an overcast dawn

 poem of the day June 5 

A canopy

of green

overgrows

the landscape

with a fresh

season of leaves

The happy trees

can be seen smiling

Unfurling their flags

The different hues

of wavy green

merge effortlessly 

with each other

in and out

of all winds

like an army at peace

 poem of the day June 4 

Everybody

comes and goes

Everybody has

an inner flow

Everybody has

a certain glow

Everybody has a name

Who we are

are what we  be

Flying round

some seasoned sea

within flames of reality

in long boats with destiny

paddling hard toward eternity

 poem of the day June 3 

A Single

minded light

clear of

all distractions

is always 

aware of

the rainbow 

shining within

Whereas

A Single

minded soul

full of 

clouded distractions

has a hard

time seeing

the same rainbow

as it shines

throughout humanity

 poem of the day June 2 

The edge

the rim

of all things

only exist

between

bundles of

mind & matter

where they

often clash 

with forces not

used to ending

 poem of the day June 1

News flash

I thought 

humans were 

the top of 

the food chain

and insects

were on

the bottom

but after

getting 

eaten alive

by black flies

I guess

the bugs

didn't get

the memo