Monthly Archives: April 2013

haiku

hostas spiraling
upward    tight green pirouettes
soon   the grands écarts

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

desert marigold

I flirt with You    You flirt with me
throwing such amorous flowers we lie here
dreams laughing in the dawn
in between our bouts of kisses  I fall silent
I withdraw   stunned    for
I realize that You can never be
mine    I can never be yours

our love is not a rose or a nettle
not ivy nor pine    it is more akin
to the desert marigold
that springs up only when it rains

yet   beloved   how it sprouts
whenever we’re precipitate
we   myriads of kisses

every time we grapple
graceful bodies of song
every time we steal a moment
like streams wearing away dry soil

oh delirium so sweet   so short
oh flower flashing
that bears fruit in two blinks

that sows   at the end   seeds
silent little stars
that sleep in the dust
of our time apart

we dreams of dream dreaming
waiting for the touch of rain
the storm wheeling about   again upon us

all this I say to You
but calm You stay   voiceless
your only response   suddenly
You place those soft hands on my neck pulling
brazenly You offer me your nipples

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

not Blake’s tyger

old cat of mine!   friend
with eyes tending toward green
little tiger of our home   you’re silent

dozing in your favorite chair
dreaming of some feline love
if not, then why the purring

your whiskers twitch
thinking on the clear night
lover of harrowing stars

sunset calls you through the window
with sinuous grace you sit up
you yawn such a long yawn

not from being tired but as emblem
of the ancient order of tigers
a long thunderless bellow
all teeth and maw but no sound

before leaving you come to me
to pay your felid respects
to have me see anew those eyes
tending toward green

now you have gone
into that long night
lover of harrowing stars

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

haiku

just before first light
full moon in the maple’s arms
fogged up windowpanes

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

the fullness of time

stronger than dawn are you
but gentler than this fire
burning darkly in my breast

walking I cross the meadow
thick with crickets
in their grassy kingdoms

under my heavy tread
the old wooden bridge groans
the clouds scoff at me

a mere bug crawling on the earth
but it matters little
for I am always full

like the meadow
with crickets and grass
with dawn   with light
always filled with you

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

haiku

dimpled gray-blue clouds
vaulted over trees   fields   pond
the breeze   springtime’s joy

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

willow (for Lan)

beloved!   you are the willow
that hides the stars from the crickets
the crickets that sing in the grass

through the skies and dreams of autumn
move the clouds   like old men
all too drunk on rice wine

but the night wind dances
with the willow    with the willow
that hides the stars from the crickets
the crickets that sing in the grass

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2013