Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

with sun down,
 the sky lingers in blue,
  then fades to black.

light-fringed clouds
 rob a stately palace
  of its splendor.

Daily writing prompt

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

Nothing. My philosophy is that if I need technology to function flawlessly every second to keep me alive, I don’t need to be in that place.

a raft of ducks
 glides as a dense pack --
  then one goes solo.

weary fisherman 
 paddles sunrise-tinged lake
  to cast nets.

The parrot stands, as if jilted. 
  The chipmunk sniffs, as if intrigued.
 Parrot behaves ever so stilted.
  Chipmunk is just hungry and fatigued.

summer grasses
 wave atop a once mighty fort
  that's gone to seed.

clear water glides
 over a rocky streambed:
  eddies form & fade.

ring of sand
 around the pond:
  cooked down by Summer.