Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on April 20, 2024 by B Gourley

a pristine blossom falls,
 tumbling through grime & grit 
  but still unsoiled.

Posted on April 13, 2024 by B Gourley

a lotus opens;
 its yellow pod shining
  back at the sun.

Posted on April 7, 2024 by B Gourley

bee & butterfly,
 drawn to the same fragrant bloom,
  work in harmony.

Posted on April 3, 2024 by B Gourley

trailside chicory
 waves on a windless day:
  a long-gone cyclist?

Posted on April 3, 2024 by B Gourley

fallen petals
 swept by undulating waves
  into a neat pile.

Posted on March 13, 2024 by B Gourley

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

Posted on March 3, 2024 by B Gourley

a tree’s last blossom
 seems to wait til no one
  is looking to drop.
 what a thing it must be
  to see a holdout yield.

the last cluster
 of frangipani flowers
  tops a bare tree.

sun to flowers, 
 “now that I have your
  attention… shine!”

the bee wallows 
 in pollen like a drunk
  sprawls on a bar’s floor.