Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

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

Posted on March 22, 2022 by B Gourley

the rising sun
paints from a vivid palette,
but - soon - skies cool

Posted on March 21, 2022 by B Gourley

monkey pod blossoms,
even in pouring rain,
stay peppy

Posted on March 20, 2022 by B Gourley

a sandy desert
sits under sodden clouds,
soaking up each drip

Posted on March 20, 2022 by B Gourley

in pale-brown mountains,
we round a curve to see
a lush oasis

Posted on March 20, 2022 by B Gourley

clouds crawl
down the valley:
 town enshrouded

Posted on March 19, 2022 by B Gourley

horses graze
up a green hillside
as rain threatens

Posted on March 18, 2022 by B Gourley

a drunkard strolls,
reciting mangled poetry:
streetlamp as spotlight

Posted on March 16, 2022 by B Gourley

fields of ripe rice
stretch to the horizon
to meet smoky skies