Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

one dandelion
stands alone at field's edge;
where are its friends?

a dandelion 
stands straight & tall,
daily eroding

the city din drones:
horns, jackhammers, and shouts;
listen to the flowers

Posted on June 2, 2022 by B Gourley

Posted on May 27, 2022 by B Gourley

tiny white orchids
hug tree trunks & branches,
hiding out of sight --
except those at valley's edge,
 broadcasting their time is short

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