Monthly Archives: February 2014

senryu – the world according to the neoliberals or we the people-who-matter

to save democracy
we must first destroy it   then
rebuild for private ends

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

earthly miracle

sunny skies’ magic
ice fields   snow banks transformed now:
mottled greens beige browns

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

tribute for the thorn

flowery bodkin    how red they are
the little starlike marks you sew
onto one’s flesh    but the good gardener
fears you not    thorn    for you’re his aide-de-camp
oh plain prickly guardian of the rose
how astute you are    oh how sharp as well
you use the cries of your careless victims
to alert the careful gardener
but that good fellow fears you not
nor fears he    oh thorn    your keen tine
little brown sword of the gardener’s love
for his floral charge    the gardener’s hand
you let pass for it’s like the poet’s voice:
gentle   skilled and ever loving
not predacious nor ever brusque
oh plain prickly guardian of the rose
oh little blade of love
how sharp    how wise you are

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

NOTE:  Please read the previous poem to which this is the sequel.

verses written in jest

should some suitors ask your name   love
tell them you’re called   blossom
when they ask what you’re up to
tell them you await your picking
if they tell you they are ready
for such a grand endeavor    surprise them
by saying you’re destined only
for the true hand of a poet
when they insist they are poets
command them to sing the praises
of the lowly thorn    without exception
they all will fail the test – only
a real poet can forge such a paean
[so here I stand   awaiting your summons]

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

late winter sunrise

the dawn’s light kisses
the tree’s grizzled bark    wild pink
to gold to crystal

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

a new grammar

I fear I’m going loco
for I see persons   places   things
and finding you in their beauty
try to make them into pronouns for you
this maple for example which will soon
sound its symphony of buds   of branches
swaying    of birds assembling nests –
this I call “You flourishing”
and this night sky arching over
earth   sea    naked save for those small jewels –
this I call “You dreaming”   and this
young woman drawing near me now
with her smile made of sun and clouds
her eyes of dark fragrant sherry –
she I name – my heavens – she is
you
you  my love

well   yes this proves it for certain
I am going bonkers

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

erotic badinage

oh my    what dimples  and how many there are
those of your cheeks above   all aglow
those with endless verve of your cheeks below

how they heat me up    how they drive me mad
would I were an unflagging stream of drops
to pool in those precious little hollows

as dew
the life-giving dew on flowers

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014