Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on June 5, 2023 by B Gourley

a fish market,
 broken down for the day --
  yet, its scent still grows.

Posted on June 4, 2023 by B Gourley

topping the ridge,
 the pine forest ends,
  & desert begins.

Posted on June 4, 2023 by B Gourley

wildflowers wave
 on an otherwise still lea.
  bells in the distance.

Posted on June 3, 2023 by B Gourley

a skipper sits on
 a bent grass blade; then leaves.
  the blade stays bent.

Posted on June 3, 2023 by B Gourley

summer sun
 turns the sky orange;
  skin prickles.

Posted on June 1, 2023 by B Gourley

i watch surfers
 watch the waves, attuning
   to their attunement.

Posted on June 1, 2023 by B Gourley

rock spires
 feign being coast via
  depth deception.

Posted on May 30, 2023 by B Gourley

a tiny mushroom
 grows from a tiny twig,
  dropping countless spores

Posted on May 29, 2023 by B Gourley

light makes greens greener,
 and clouds glow brightly; its lack
  makes the blues bluer

Posted on May 29, 2023 by B Gourley

"the fish's world
 is always in drift,"
  thinks I, from the bank.