verses written upon reaching 70 years of age

with vengeance  winter pursues me
to punish me for not being
one of his slaves trembling with dread
under the cruel wind’s lash
this tyrannous season does not daunt me
for I carry always springtime in my heart
there shines each day
the sun of your perfection
and by night there sings
the brook of your laughter
let winter close in on me –
with the power of your love
I will defy him

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

on the cusp of winter

bare limbs  branches  twigs
the willow’s silhouette quakes
in the chill fall wind

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

in the monsoon: a memory (for Lan)

each day has two brilliant suns –
that which blesses us all
and your visage  heaven on earth
may it bless me always
each night has an infinity of stars
and a myriad of gentle gusts –
those of the flawless silent points of light
and those of the wandering song of earth
but it is your eyes which impact me
and it is your mouth that tempts me
I listen to rain’s streaming voice that says
in drop after drop unceasingly
‘heart of your heart is she   your heart she is’
oh benign limpid waters   oh tears from heaven
are your sweet words prophecy or hope against hope
they do not answer these little mouths of the rain
but say again and again once again
‘heart of your heart is she   your heart she is’

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

loving foolishness

by knowing you   I’ve shed my churlishness
your gracious manner and your beauty
have quite remodeled me
into a man of finer feelings
and so then  I say:
may I be the steady breeze
so as to kiss you endlessly
to embrace you without pause
to cover your body with mine
yes by night   by day  may I be the breeze

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

near the river: a memory (for Lan)

gift from heaven   how exquisite you are
a blushing maiden but you keep your poise
my golden one  you swim
through my eyes of dark water
to catch you  I use my verse
and this poor heart of mine
snatch it   twist it round your finger
clasp it to your bosom with fiery zeal
golden one – I’ve caught you now — and you  me

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

senryu – fond wish after release of the Senate’s torture report

cheney bush et al. :
may the judges wave goodbye
as you’re led off to jail

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

bright side of the storm

the raindrops bless us
mist cloaks us from envy’s eyes
true lovers love true

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014