Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on March 29, 2022 by B Gourley

prayer flags hang,
in bright primary colors --
dense with unread text

Posted on March 29, 2022 by B Gourley

the egret turns
as if to spurn its cow,
but it'll be back

Posted on March 28, 2022 by B Gourley

branch-draped moss
high in the treetops:
wind wiggled

Posted on March 27, 2022 by B Gourley

a splotch of blue
catches my eye, i look
and it flits away

Posted on March 26, 2022 by B Gourley

the pond reflects 
tiny things, yet makes the world
feel infinite

Posted on March 25, 2022 by B Gourley

morning light catches
the moss, and i see it for
the first time

Posted on March 24, 2022 by B Gourley

tiny tousled stalks
release a pollen plume
hush: here; hush: gone

Posted on March 24, 2022 by B Gourley

the mud patterns
carved in the tidal zone
beat any
work of art by
Andy Warhol

Posted on March 23, 2022 by B Gourley

bees huddle
in uncountable numbers;
i watch, alone

Posted on March 22, 2022 by B Gourley

the arrow flexes,
sinuously sailing, 
its mean path, straight