conundrum

I find myself mute
in the wild sun’s springtime glow
warp  weft  plaiting dreams

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

capriccio

straddling the wild wind
the clouds become wispy dreams
oh, to ride the gale!

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

separation – a memory (for Lan)

drunken with your beauty I pass
night after night without rest
intoxicated with your love    I want not
the power to free myself from this longing
that tears me apart in sleeplessness
I wander through a desert of freedoms
consuming images of you:
hair of restless silk
eyes of dancing tigress
skin of nacre gilded
arms of secret charms
hands of comets of fire
breasts of sources hidden
belly of honeyed wave
strait sweet thing
of wild strawberries made
buttocks of lyrical wonder
legs of clouds echoing thunder
feet that bear a heavenly burden:
images of you that float
above the sandlike waves
of this arid sea the dawn wind
cuts from me  drunken with your beauty
intoxicated with love of you
each night far from you I die
in the high barren plains
of my wakefulness

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

incantation

misted dragon’s eye
gibbous moon westward wending
shield us in the storm

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

因为她增光我与她的感情 / For she has graced me with her affection (for Ruby W.)

My friend so far yet so near
may all things whisper in your ear:
You are cherished always, in every way,
when near at hand or on some trek.
Your heart – a living gem, and your form,
your voice make chill times warm.
In the bounty of your variety, like Spring are you:
brilliance, tenderness, excitement, peace – all
held together by your loving soul.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

fleeting splendor

Spring’s first day: Nature
with snow crystals daubs each tree
gone in noontime’s sun

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

last weekend of leave before going off to war – a memory in the form of a ballad

Rose of Sharon sunset’s child
with your hair of braided dawn
your smile of wicked dreams

I am the music of the flicking tongue
the serpent wriggling in your garden
night of the saber’s pleasure sheathed

oh Rose of Sharon

you are the wonderment of innocence
the chittering laughter of birds in sunlight
the wild earnestness of a maiden’s love

Rose of Sharon

we spar in our conversation   both
avoiding our true purpose here
amidst the music and the dancing

oh Rose of Sharon

you lay your hand upon my arm
you whisper your question at my ear
you stand back again   you nod   you smile

Rose of Sharon

I’m the one who blushes  the one who’s coy
you smile again and wink   you lean toward me
kiss me on the lips   say softly I want you

oh Rose of Sharon

I tender my hand   you take it in yours
you lead me through the bar’s exit into the night
to your car   your trouble finding your key

Rose of Sharon

I take your hand  lead you two rows over
open my car’s door  kiss you  help you in
I go around the car then get in too

oh Rose of Sharon

we sit for minutes watching the night sky
you reach over and take my hand once more
do you think I’m pretty  you say to me

Rose of Sharon

so you’ve never done this before  I ask
you lower your head and shake out a no
you look at me again  tears in your eyes

oh Rose of Sharon

why pick me  I ask   I touch your face in shadow
you say  you look so gentle so lonely
you just seem to need me to want you

Rose of Sharon

so here I am  you go on  here you are
we’re two strangers in a strange place   you laugh
I laugh too  then I lean toward you  kiss you

oh Rose of Sharon

your hand goes to my lap searching fumbling
not here  I say   not now   I want to see you naked
your exquisite hair fanned out on the pillow

Rose of Sharon sunset’s child
with your hair of braided dawn
your smile of wicked dreams

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015