the !n(tro)verted yogi

Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

Posted on May 25, 2022 by B Gourley

tiny daisies
stand still under gloomy skies;
then one shakes
(pelted by a raindrop)
then another, then all

Posted on April 28, 2022 by B Gourley

yellow blossoms:
naturally tattered,
& wind-jostled

Posted on April 16, 2022 by B Gourley

the crape myrtle’s
many symmetries
orders my mind

Posted on March 31, 2022 by B Gourley

across the valley,
looms a majestic mountain...
if one sees that far

Posted on March 6, 2022 by B Gourley

an earth tone orchid
spits out a tongue of purple,
bucking disguise

Posted on March 1, 2022 by B Gourley

two flaming umbels
of yellow-orange lantana;
but my eye
moves to the bud cluster
that sits in the background

chicory -
its little blue flowers sway,
 dancing with stems

a lily blossom
hovers like a dragonfly
over a pad quilt

one flower
stands, rumpled & in the rear,
but is just as bright

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