amantis parabola (for Lan)

like the kingdom of heaven
in the parable was my affection
the smallest of seeds
until I met you
how much it has grown
it is now a tree which shelters
the birds of desire and song
it dances with the breeze at night
in a lovers’ dream    it sings
to the sun lush verses
it will conceal you when you wish
to be hidden    with every pedicel
with its root   with every branch
it praises you    it stands
only for your pleasure
it is even ready to submit
to the dire woodcutter’s hand
so as to serve you as kindling
against the cold   or to be your craft
to sail through stormy seas
here am I  love  ever ready

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

transfiguration – a memory (for Lan)

one evening years ago  I passed through the park
on my way home from work    in the crosswinds
of the newborn Spring  there stood a huge oak
imperious   naked save for the light
from the setting sun    suddenly
there came in droves a flock of birds
and they landed on the oak’s bare branches
there was such a great number of them
that they seemed to be dark leaves
with eyes and wings and voices
what a ruckus   no   to the contrary:
it was a mix of happy concurrent songs
a riot of joy

the old tree filled me with its colors
its moving sounds    with the sunset behind it
the oak made me think:
how much I am like this old tree
since I met her
the darling of my heart’s fancy
I too am a riot of joy
the branches of my senses she’s filled
with eyes   with flutterings   with voices
how she makes my heart burgeon
with buds of longing   with racy verses

I didn’t want to move from the tree’s side
but I had to  for the ferry was waiting
even now I see that old oak
with it foliage of songsters
now recalling that transfigured moment
I tell you   love
how beautiful life is
and how precious
solely because of you

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

snow in early Spring

white surprise sprinkled
on lawns   on tree limbs   on fields
life’s uncertainties

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

waltzing in springtime

budding branches dance
in the light wind’s lusty arms
soundless melodies

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

kaleidoscope

misted moon’s pale face
behind dark skeins of branches
timeworn memories

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

enigma

wind and rain and light
that flashes through clouds at night
forlorn moods bring blooms

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

mythos, night sky – April 6

mist-veiled crescent moon
Luna   Jupiter’s escort
this  both myth and fact

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014