Monthly Archives: April 2014

weather report

dark gray and dim white
drifting vapor   clouds at night
heralds of the storm

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

on bended knee (for Lan)

when I look at you   dearest love
your body fills me with pleasure
your flesh is the mother of dreams
and your soul   my paradise
whenever I kiss you   beloved
upon my lips there’s song

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

in the wilderness of memories foregone (for Lan)

the waves of night break
over the cold crag of my solitude
do not look at me   stars   sharp little eyes
of long-lasting steadfastness    I
am a roiling dream   a clock without hands
without hands but always on time
oh stony woe    oh sadness
may you shatter and become
bright jewels to adorn my winsome love

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

entreaty in springtime

you  the victory of beauty
and I   I am as old as the earth
but younger than desire
oh victory of beauty
without pity overwhelm me
I who am as old as earth
yet younger than desire

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

foreboding

when I don’t see you I live as if blind
without light   without colors
oh dearest clarity   you are my dawn
the quadrant of my every hour
the dusk of all my days
my restless moon    the star
that guides me on the path to joy
when I see you  you dazzle me
like that diurnal light
that shamelessly strips away
arrays of ruddy clouds
in summer’s early morning
but not seeing you  I’ll live as if blind
without light    without colors

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

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