Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on April 10, 2022 by B Gourley

a forest shrine
stands guarded by 
saffron-robed trunks

Posted on April 9, 2022 by B Gourley

under low clouds,
the boulder-strewn pond looks
like liquid metal

Posted on April 9, 2022 by B Gourley

workers cross
the silver-gray river;
heads log-laden

Posted on April 9, 2022 by B Gourley

the prayer wheels
have all gone still, but for
the last squeaking one

Posted on April 7, 2022 by B Gourley

in autumn, 
hay bales cast long shadows
on close-cropped fields

Posted on April 6, 2022 by B Gourley

a flying fox hangs
from a bare tree branch,
in broad daylight

Posted on April 3, 2022 by B Gourley

in a lake, 
lies a grand cathedral
where once men prayed

Posted on April 3, 2022 by B Gourley

a pausing mongoose 
looks at me, 
as I look at it

Posted on April 3, 2022 by B Gourley

two crows stand
on a branch in parallel;
the plot is afoot

Posted on April 2, 2022 by B Gourley

blossoms tumble,
in vibrant colors,
down the sidewalk