Monthly Archives: July 2013

haiku

dusk   thin trailing clouds
the manes of swift dark horses
galloping westward

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

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haiku

peppermint seed cones:
violet tassels swaying
fragrance on the breeze

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

fishing memory (for Lan)

on the early morning’s rising tide
in my dinghy I set off fishing
traveling with me   my fishing rod   my craft
are the sea and night-sky embracing
almost naked save for specks of stars
and a pair of silvery moons

the waves sing their deep gypsy song
my boat dances anchored flamenco steps
with little crystalline hands
sea breezes urge on the waves’ music
the dinghy’s dance    alert the fish are silent
gathered about their fireless hearths
as my silk-like line whistles
through the air   then through the water

noiselessly  subtly   the mist
approaches us   me with my rod and the dinghy
the saturating whiteness embraces me
almost with affection    the whole of me
it caresses    lulls me in its white arms
attentive still   I fall silent    a poet blinded
by the pearly nakedness of reclining cloud

I am lost in the loving whiteness
in a bright dream of you   my love
I am oblivious of anything more
but when my rod falls from my hands
into the dancing waves   I hear the fish singing

the mist and I entangled still
the dawn rises above the sea

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

senryu – prior to idols, material or ethereal

before gods were made
there were goodness   justice   love
back to the future!

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

thoughts in the rain (for Lan)

again and again and yet again
the whispering rain recites to me
your name   your name most dear
what a marvel it is
that these jewels of liquid light
never cease to speak your name
and what power just your name holds
on hearing it spoken  my soul
so somber before
becomes the dawn sky smiling
oh dearest of names

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

senryu – looking back over thirty years, or military-industrial complex with a vengeance

I’d laugh when some said
we lived in a fascist state
I’m not laughing now

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

“…the liberty of a democracy is not safe if the people tolerate the growth of private power to a point where it becomes stronger than their democratic state itself. That, in its essence, is fascism — ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power.”

— Franklin D. Roosevelt, in his April 29, 1938 Message to Congress

haiku

nightfall   sounds of rain
on leaves   applause for the day
bravo   bis   encore!

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013