jackson pollock original




treks turned to trials
tripping, twisting through the trails
tiptoeing through time 🦊❤️









 

breakfast at the beach

gulls perch on tables
the air is filled with bacon
frost crisps fallen leaves 🦊❤️
 

“just who do you think you are??” 🎃


staring myself down
a test of wills... who will win?
trying not to blink
🦊❤️🎃👻



 

yoga chit chat

before zoom zooms
teacher and student chit chat
both have orange cats ðŸ¦Š❤️


 

our big day

in all of its days
never ever such a feat
for the stone (and me) ðŸ¦Š❤️









 

unsung heros

hands warming fireside
seasoned wood aglow with flame
the kindling just smiles ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

when no one is looking

most will look and leave
a handful relish its fall
the balance try it ðŸ¦Š❤️





 

eli and grandma

there is such power
in the huge locomotive
and the young boy’s dreams ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

great composers

birds arranged like music
the next note about to sound
beethoven just smiles ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

bamboo high

the bamboo exhales
it’s musty breath makes me pause
i stop, breathe - and be ðŸ¦Š❤️



 

grandma’s hallway

the sounds of polka
as i walk down her hallway
the smell of sanka ðŸ¦Š❤️

(my portrait of me in my grandmother’s arms)

 

my rock balancing job

fingers loose and soft
most of all believe you can
then just walk away ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

both sides now

preaching to the choir
talking heads go on and on
all nodding as one ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

autumn uprising

the tilted pumpkin
and a gang of autumn leaves
riot of color ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

being all wet

heavy morning mist
the dampness in my notebook
won’t let me write this ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

precision sounds

two birds chattering
first one and then the other
sounds so black and white ðŸ¦Š❤️


 

but grains of sand

atop the mountain
mandalas come... and they go...
everything changes ðŸ¦Š❤️

buddhist monks create these beautiful images (mandalas) out of colored sand. then they sweep them up and pour the sand into the sea.





 

no need for speed

a stroll on the boards
getting nowhere fast
only just fast enough ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

old bones

rustling above me
and falling all around me
rain in my bones ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

pine needles falling

pine needles falling
the grass barely growing now
a carved pumpkin smiles ðŸ¦Š❤️

inspired by a text conversation with my buddy joe c

 

singing for dinner

singing silent night
from tattered hymnal pages
no room at the inn ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

life is a tightrope

the tightrope walker
eyeing the rope - and the sky
never looks down ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

light and dark

bands of sun - and not
stripes of light and stripes of dark
a black and white cat ðŸ¦Š❤️

or
bands of sun - and not
stripes of day and stripes of night
a black and white cat

 

olden days memories

oh the good old days
just chickenpox and measles
“do you have your mask?” 🦊❤️
 
 

passing by

on the trail’s edge
a lingering butterfly
allows us to pass ðŸ¦Š❤️


jungle cat

lying in wait
such stealth, such cunning, so wild
“willey, dinner time!!!!” ðŸ¦Š❤️

photo by yulan

 

rise and fall

unlike ancient rome
summer falls to autumn’s grip
will soon rise again ðŸ¦Š❤️

or

unlike ancient rome
summer’s fall by autumn’s hand
will spring back again



 

a basket of stars


a sky full of stars
hanging like fruit on a tree
ready to be picked ðŸ¦Š❤️




 

 


 



virtual sunrise

watching the sunrise
on the face of the depot
now i know what’s east ðŸ¦Š❤️


 

talking heads (d. byrne’s big suit)

lots of talking heads
seems they’ve all stopped making sense
“burnin’ down the house” ðŸ¦Š❤️


Note: “stop making sense” is also a great documentary concert video of the talking heads. 











 

i’m just ducky

 the wiper’s cadence
just like a hypnotist’s watch 
“quack, I am a duck” ðŸ¦Š❤️

 

little sanitation engineer

a little boy dreams
to make it all spic and span
a wind swept wrapper
🦊❤️

10/12/2020
Photo by Hampton Virginia


 

monday morning 3 am

three o’clock am
laying in bed just breathing
trying to recall dreams

three o’clock am
rain clatters in the downspout
the clock tic-tocs

three o’clock am
the rain like bamboo clacking
my clock tic-tocking
🦊❤️









lonely sentinel

in a sea of leaves.
a lonely sentinel stands.
the serpent returns  
🦊❤️





 

Waiting



 
Like Tommy the cat.
Just waiting with all my might.
Hoping for my treat.
10/10/2020

(Kevin's 5 Day Run.)


standing still and watching

the moon orbiting.
the gaggle of geese winging.
that tree - just watching
🦊❤️


 

beyond lockdown

with the world on hold.
didn’t make colorado
but went well beyond
🦊❤️

(En route to 230 miles in 5 days)


 

ricky the horse

ricky the old horse. 
standing still, just standing still. 
autumn orange paints him
🦊❤️



 

room to breathe

in the rusty sun. 
his breath lifting him way up.
inner son blazing
🦊❤️





 

Cozy Morning Window

how I often gazed
at cozy morning windows
now... I bask in one...
🦊❤️

 

Sky and Trees

look... up in the sky
that singular star looks down
meant for me to see
🦊❤️

 

Letting Your Attention Get Caught

so you’ve seen it all
nothing left to turn the head
“oh wow look at this!!!”
🦊❤️


 

Haiku’s Beat



five
seven
five
🦊❤️


 

Moon Lit Morning

a moonlit morning
walking through my own breath
big red fox darts by
🦊❤️





 

Ragweed

yellow exploding
and  my nostrils imploding
ah ah choo ah choo!!
🦊❤️

 

Morning Mushroom Cairn

springing up so fast
these early morning mushrooms
hiding from the sun
🦊❤️



 

A Hawk Lands

stripping my shirt off
humidity rising fast
a hawk lands nearby
🦊❤️