Monthly Archives: May 2014

Snug Harbor – crossing the footbridge after rain

two conjoined blossoms
float in the swift roiling stream
life-long devotion

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

late Spring oratorio

deep mist everywhere
basso profundo fog horns
calling on the bay

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

call and response

does the wanderer wind bleed
yes   I pour out a sea of kisses

can the stone in truth sing
of course   I trill my dreams in clouds

and the viper   can it really write
yes   I sketch both your sunsets and your dawns

can the lover live far from the beloved
yes   but only like the echo that goes
shouting through the dark speechless hills

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

hope against hope

day after day my heart was dying
then one night   we two met
what a night of wonder that
now I am a deathless song
just remembering you brings
sweet life to me   our hours shared
now I am an unhurried melody
a mountain leaping   singing
of the joy of knowing you
a river that hopes to flow forever
toward the sea of your smile
to the dark waves of your eyes
like those memories and that song
like that mountain and that river
this poem shall never end   never   dear love

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

song of the tortoise to the turtledove

dreams: things without substance
that sustain our very life
an ancient rogue tortoise am I
I go bearing the heavens
on my carapace  wrought
with dream patterns precise and true
oh turtledove   my dear winged song
you turn and turn on high
like the sun that kisses your wings
strew yourself like seed
seed dreams and clouds
oh wild little dove of mine
slowly   steadily go I   your tortoise
shadow singing throughout the land
there’s no room for you to fit with me
in this old hard shell   but  despite that
come and sit yourself on top of me
oh wild little dove   to take in my song

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

ephemera

like lips   our bodies
will go on kissing and kissing
like iron and flint   with sparks
we’ll set the night ablaze
in the flames of our passion
restraints and doubts consumed

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

senryu – watching the network news coverage of the 9/11 Memorial Museum’s opening

many tears shed for
the torn then fixed 9/11 flag –
we’d best grieve for our tattered Bill of Rights

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

Note: I witnessed the planes attack the WTC
from my office several blocks away.