Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

waves hit rocky shore
 and spout a geyser that rains
  like a mini squall.

city, nightfall:
 the temple’s fierce creatures
  turn nightmare shapes.

eyeing the mountain
 like it’s defeated you once,
  and may again.

on a gray day,
 a mournful river slows 
  almost to a stop.

rainclouds crawl nearer,
 like a battle cruiser
 inching towards war.

Morning Glories sit,
 coolly, in the shadow of
  Mexican Sunflowers.

white pillars, once trees,
 stand above the water:
 record of what was.

a cormorant weaves
 into and over water:
  no trace but ripples.

ripples march
 across the glassy river --
 faced by a reed phalanx.

the flowers hide
 in tall grass & sedges,
  but bees still find them.