Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

ripples on a pond:
 the day seems still & windless,
  but, somewhere, air moves.

Posted on July 18, 2023 by B Gourley

clouds hang... 
 fixed in pond reflections, 
  or has my mind slowed?

Posted on July 5, 2023 by B Gourley

a plump heron
 walks on lily pads: my own
  Personal Jesus.

Posted on June 25, 2023 by B Gourley

packed as Giverny,
 water lilies overtake
  a sprawling pond.

Posted on June 16, 2023 by B Gourley

the pond 's drying up.
 the fish look sad,
  and I feel sad.

Posted on May 28, 2023 by B Gourley

the green pond
 reflects the green world
  in its own hue.

Posted on May 24, 2023 by B Gourley

boulders in a pond
 become the stone monolith
  islands in a sea.

Posted on May 4, 2023 by B Gourley

with back to tree,
 i watch feeding fish ripple
  the mirrored pond.

Posted on April 5, 2023 by B Gourley

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

Posted on March 30, 2023 by B Gourley

white water lily
 at the old pond's edge:
  no water sound.