Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on April 13, 2023 by B Gourley

back at the trailhead:
 no birds cry;
  no fish weep.

Riffing on Matsuo Bashō’s haiku:

"Departing spring!
 Birds crying;
 Tears in the eyes of fish."

Posted on April 11, 2023 by B Gourley

a shallow stream,
 texture everchanging,
  glazes the forest floor.

Posted on April 10, 2023 by B Gourley

in rivalry
 for passers' attention:
  jackfruit & rice field

Posted on April 10, 2023 by B Gourley

in a dim jungle,
 cloud & sky are reflected
  in a stream.

Posted on April 7, 2023 by B Gourley

low afternoon sun
 makes the old mountains
  look crisply creased.

Posted on April 7, 2023 by B Gourley

the cockeyed blossom
 has a winning charm
  that makes me look twice.

Posted on April 6, 2023 by B Gourley

a lotus patch
 at the lake’s far end,
  sneaking required.

Posted on April 5, 2023 by B Gourley

plonk! - in the pond,
 the ripples awaken 
  something in my mind.

Posted on April 4, 2023 by B Gourley

a mother cat
 turns to consider whether
  to wrangle kittens

Posted on April 3, 2023 by B Gourley

in early summer,
 i left home. i’ve been back,
  but never returned.