Monthly Archives: November 2014

ước mơ gần những cánh đồng lúa / dreaming near the rice fields

my lively song
my enchanting song of the rice fields
like a gale of silver sparks
you go racing through my nights
through my being   my bewitching song
through the long night I go rushing
following your lead   to catch up with you
among the reeds of the river
the river that laughs like that heart of yours
always dreaming  I go dreaming
about catching up with you
my unbridled storm    hear  oh heaven
listen   it’s racing through my dreams
this lively song of mine

*    *   *

© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

Advertisements

an ode in the old style

listen to it now    ‘tis singing
through these days of silent stone
this flesh of mine doth sing
a counterpoint of words and kisses
an intimate song filled with shouts
and of hips the merry motion
thou hast transformed my body
into a guitar that rageth
for thy matchless strumming
into a trumpet that liveth only
whilst thou give it breath
this soul of mine doth now sound out
serenades of sighs for thy gracefulness
toccatas of discerning thine exquisiteness
thou hast turned my spirit into
a drum which awaiteth thy pleasant thumping
into a cymbal that ringeth out
when thou dost touch it    oh my lovely one
listen to it    listen to this concert
of my soul with my every sense
this symphony of the whole of me
doth be wholly because of thee

*    *   *

© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

the world is mine oyster…

clouds’ glossy nacre
spreads and coats the sky’s blue shell
you, love:  each day’s pearl

*     *     *

© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

false spring day

this illusory springtime
it pleases me not nor do I need it
for you   my lovely one
are my season of love
and my summer   my autumn
even my winter if we’re apart
when you go away  the only fire
left for me is our earnest love
this blaze consuming the heavens
the earth  even the very seas

*    *   *

© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

one night near Tenochtitlán circa 1521- Hernán Cortés speaking to Malinalli Tenepal aka Doña Marina (La Malinche)

I am a conqueror conquered
by your eyes and your form
by the freedom of your soul
by your mettle’s strength
willing to submit to the yoke
of your thighs  I give myself to you
as among the Aztecs  I offer myself
to be thrown from the summit
of your frenzied depths
to the base of my passion’s peak
once you have ripped from my breast
this heart and tasted its sweetness
yes   its bloody sweetness
I no longer need it   for each beat
of your heart now gives me life
my savage goddess   come
strike me with your knife-sharp tongue
tear me asunder with
your pleasure-bearing fingers
for now I am a conqueror conquered

*     *     *

© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

late november night

dark limbs   branches   twigs
serpents against cloud-gray skies
primordial fear

*    *   *

© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

end of the affair

the bare tree shivers
in autumn wind’s cold embrace
songbirds fall silent

*    *   *

© Gregory V Driscoll  2014