Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on March 18, 2024 by B Gourley

clouds - low & textured -
 look yet angrier when seen
  in the cold river.

Posted on March 18, 2024 by B Gourley

the cormorant,
 glistening & dripping,
  must air dry 
 before it’s a bird again;
 humans cramp in the pool.

Posted on March 17, 2024 by B Gourley

a black crow, 
 oily & otherworldly,
  alights on a rock.

Posted on March 16, 2024 by B Gourley

old wasp nest:
 looks like the whole hive
  hulked its way out.

Posted on March 16, 2024 by B Gourley

on a narrow ridge,
 covered with fine dust,
  my foot slips. I’m awake!

Posted on March 15, 2024 by B Gourley

one hundred birds
 startle at my presence;
  one eyeballs me.

Posted on March 14, 2024 by B Gourley

early summer:
 birds trudge through green paddies
  that they usually prowl.

Posted on March 13, 2024 by B Gourley

a blossom falls
 into the water:
  i look. it’s gone.

Posted on March 13, 2024 by B Gourley

curb crows
 stand in a row.
  what’s the sky say?

Posted on March 11, 2024 by B Gourley

i see snakes jutting
 from the water; usually 
  i’d discover
 it’s not snakes but sticks,
 but today isn’t the usual.