poem of the day August 31

once again

as usual

the stairway

appeared

as a bridge

with steps

that just 

hung there

in indecision 

not knowing

whether to go

up or down

 poem of the day August 30 

Think about

how crazy

it is to live

on a ball

of rock

that travels 

super fast

around another 

bigger ball 

full of fire

like a moth

circles the flame

It does show

and brings 

to mind

the fragile 

titillating 

dangers of 

living on a planet

 poem of the day August 29 

Summer is ending

Vacations are over

School is starting

Labor day is 

almost here 

This cultural

ending of summer

has taken over

scientific reality

in a world now

dominated by man

 poem of the day August 28 

There are

places

inside of 

common ground

Things we

all deep down

agree upon

that pull

heart strings

into tensions

tight minds

and bodies

like an out

of tune guitar

 poem of the day August 27 

I was

looking 

at all those

New England rocks

piled up 

in long rows

and began thinking

about all 

those miles

of hard labor 

needed

to clear 

the wilderness

 poem of the day August 26 

Reaction released

inside a soul

by events

as they unfold

a photograph

a thousand words

a simple smile

a complex stare

whatever moves

the mind to feel

is harder now

when fake is real

 poem of the day August 25 

The sun

was full

of light

so much light

that there 

were places

blinded

by the light

and some 

of those 

places

were very dark

and very

hard to see

even though

there was

plenty of

light for

everyone

 poem of the day August 24

My house plants

seem to be

thoroughly 

enjoying

the last days

of summer 

With nights 

getting colder

their vacations

about to end

I see them soaking

up the sun

as much

as they can

before they

are moved

inside for 

the winter

 poem of the day August 23  

Those in

the know

especially

the slippery 

greedy leprechauns 

have been 

walking over

rainbows 

using them

as bridges

to travel

from gold

to gold

 poem of the day August 22 

A mushroom

appeared

at the end

of the still

beautiful path

between 

the foo lions

forever guarding

the burned

down barn

destroyed

by fire from within

The foo lions

were looking

at the mushroom

with guardian eyes

trying to decide

along with me

if it was a sign

of a new wonderland

 poem of the day August 21

I have been

thinking lately 

Maybe you 

have too

about whether

a jumping bean

can really jump

And if  

a jumping bean

can really jump

how high a jump

could jumping bean

jump?

 poem of the day August 20 

Last of

light on 

cloudy dusk

Shadows grow

closing dim doors

Day fades away

 poem of the day August 19 

Ever wonder

how trees

feel about

getting wet?

Does their bark 

come alive

during a hard rain

super refreshed

like Irish spring?

Do they feel

blue and cold

after a few days

of constant drizzle

like water soaked logs?

Or are they thinking

of other more pressing matters

like how to hide from

the sounds of chainsaws

 poem of the day August 18 

Time is

unencumbered

unconcerned

with being

late or early 

as it moves

through space

having no need

for a clock to guide

it way through

the reality of delusion 

 poem of the day August 17

In the middle

of August 

on a high canopy

fall colors 

have appeared

very early 

on a tree

A roadside maple

somewhere in Vermont

has signaled change

is about to start

 poem of the day August 16 

Everybody

was at 

the beginning

gathered around

the mostly 

moist membranes

of anticipation 

when a bureaucrat

out of heaven

appeared with contracts

mandatory waivers 

which all gathered

had to sign

in case of karma

 poem of the day August 15

How'd all

those trees

get so big

they have 

blocked

the view

without me

even knowing

the stocked

philosopher

bemoaned 

Awed in 

a strange stunned

philosophical way

Noticing for

the first time
the new forest

that had grown

along the same 

familiar path

he had walked 

for many years

Ever since 

the old farmer 

gave up mowing 

the meadow

 poem of the day August 14 

I walked

by johnnie's

old cart

at the top

of the trail

that led

to  jack's yurt

where the past

grabbed me'

into understanding

time passed

still does linger

in an old cart

full of memories

on Warner Hill

 poem of the day August 13 

The dawn

gathers light

shades of green 

emerge slowly 

serenaded by

songs birds

looking east

for a feast

 poem of the day August 12 

Evolution

of summer

Devolution

of light

Lazy dogs

barely barking

at young deer

who have lost

their spring spots

Days losing time

but still gaining heat

just in time

for an army of 

singing crickets 

beginning their

grand happy march

Zip-A-Dee-Doo Dah

Zip-A-Dee Day

plenty of sunshine

on a mid-summer day

 poem of the day August 11 

What if

there is

a low tide

high tide

air cycle

twice a day

365 days 

a year

A tide

so subtle 

we don't  

even know

it exists

because we 

are to busy

in our daily

life boats

fishing in 

the ocean?

 poem of the day August 10 

In the beginning

two bridges to

two islands

from one mainland

brought two colors

to each island

One color was black

One color was white

Out of nowhere 

a big wave

washed both 

bridges away

and the two islands

were separated

After many years

the bridges 

were rebuilt

When the mainland

finally arrived

they found

two different worlds

One island had

mixed the two colors

so there was only

one color

One island had not

mixed colors

and was still

black and white

On the mixed island

everyone was happy

On the black & white island

everyone was not

 poem of the day August 9 

What if one

single raindrop

was a magic raindrop

A special drop of water

able to change

everything and everyone

for the common shared good

If so would most souls

scared or selfish of change

still huddle in their 

separated raincoats

covered by their 

tiny greedy umbrellas

afraid or not willing to get wet?

 poem of the day August 8  

A grain

of salt

dropped

into a glass

of water

melts and 

pollutes 

everything

Whereas

a grain 

of sand

dropped

into a glass

of water

sinks to

the bottom

and changes

nothing 

 poem of the day August 7 

Inner light

is defined 

by emotions

conveyed

through words 

used by all

For example 

Hope and Hate

could not be 

more different

Yet the two 

four letter words

share the same

beginning and ending

but the difference inside

is the op at of

each and every soul

 poem of the day August 6

I keep wondering

what happens

when we make contact

Will we be eaten as 

some exquisite meat

Flash frozen

then sent back in

freezer lockers

to some distant planet

where we will be

fancy expensive delicacies 

for an alien race?

Will we be welcomed  

then collected as cute primitive 

strangers devoid of true intelligence

to be kept as exotic pets?

Will we join another universe 

as equal partners to form

an intergalactical  brotherhood?

Or will  the alien extraterrestrials 

find us incompatible with god

and come and go without 

even acknowledging our very existence?

 poem of the day August 5 

The tired sun

has gone 

to bed

leaving

a few stars

to act as 

reassuring 

night lights

in case the Earth 

rises before dawn

 poem of the day August 4 

The scent

of skunk

hung thick 

on the fog air

Permeating

the entire dawn

with a grand

inescapable 

odiferous stink bomb 

worthy of first prize

in a giant farting contest

 poem of the day August 3

A quick crack

from the back 

A long haze

sets the stage

A rolling rumble

hits the jungle

A downpour

wets the door

A big storm

has been born

A new moon

weather tune

On a New England

summer afternoon

 poem of the day August 2 

"How is it

that minds

can be

evaporated

so quickly

when there

is no sun

to dry out

our thoughts?"

Master asked

his students

who were

too busy

playing with

their phones

to pay attention

 poem of the day August 1

The rain

covered

the sun

like  a coat

of grey paint

Afterwards

an opec fog

lingered

for a while

until a bolt 

of lighting 

broke through

clearing the air

for the return 

of the sun