Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

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.

Posted on March 11, 2024 by B Gourley

at water’s edge,
 snakes wrestle: writhing, twining,
  but slipping the pin.

Posted on March 10, 2024 by B Gourley

paper lanterns
 in the Daoist temple
  turn my mind to Fall.

Posted on March 10, 2024 by B Gourley

one pink-laden tree
 stands amid a wall 
  of spring greenery.