Monthly Archives: June 2014

haiku

mourning dove’s long calls
as clouds move on heedlessly
in the morning sky

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

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I don’t see you, love,
and I become a dry well
filled with clouds of dust,
with tattered cobwebs.
I don’t hear you laugh –
I’m a bird without a song,
fluttering from branch to branch
in the ashen tree of night.
I don’t touch you, my peerless beauty –
I’m a butterfly dying
in an icy realm bereft of flowers.
Until we meet once more
there remain only
dewy memories
and kisses on the wind.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

they’ve made a great nation a laughingstock

The United States of Risibility:
war criminal Bill Clinton
criticizes war criminal Cheney’s
criticism of war criminal Barack Obama

the only ones not laughing are
those killed those wounded
under their sanctions
their bombs and their drones

while the Shrub collects his fees
in The Lone Star State hoping
it will all go away someday

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~ Gregory V Driscoll

a memory from long ago

among my friends I stand
speaking just to speak
when you pass to go out
every cell of my body
every hope of my soul
even my clothes   all want
to shout out  the only good thing
about your leaving is knowing
I’ll see you once more
but when you take my hand
I remain silent  only my eyes
dare say  the only good thing
about your leaving is knowing
I’ll see you once more
you go   leaving your smile in my fancy
and your perfume hanging in the air
solitude and night encompass me

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

acceptance

first light and birdsong
grows, wanes on the restless breeze
she’ll never return
to the way she was – the sun
of our days, joy of our nights

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

beyond compare (for Lan)

this morning in the garden
the rosebush in bloom assaulted me
with fragrance and color
the blossoms’ thorns wounded me
while I picked for you
the most beauteous rose by far
I realized just why
the roses are red  my love:
knowing that you are the nonpareil
from shame and envy  they blush
there is none more beautiful than you
save the flower of our love

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

[preface & epilogue]

the idea of loving you
of you loving me
of our loving each the other
little dove   it is the fervent core
of my every verse
each syllable – a kiss
each verb – an embrace
even the commas are caresses
and the periods – mutual endearments
little stars of passion
so I write   may you read in that way too

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014