Monthly Archives: July 2015

Thought after rain on a summer’s night

I find I’m at that age
when tears well up on seeing beauty
in a woman, or a child at play;
in each sunset; in nights replete with stars,
fireflies and crickets;
in the phases of the moon;
in each ‘rosy-fingered dawn’;
in a robin stock-still on the lawn;
in bees jostling flowers,
in butterflies striving against the wind,
in memories of a love only I can now recall.
Too soon such tears will cease and others fall.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

haikai no renga – Any man can make mistakes, but only an idiot persists in his error. ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero

oh, that comb-over
pray tell what lies beneath it?
a dearth of gray matter
a loathsome, quite shameless tongue
a benighted, scowling face

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

looking up close

puddle filled with ants
slaughtered by rain-rambling death
an ocean too wide

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

tempest after storm

cool breeze after rain
the clouds scatter    stars glimmer
come  love  lie with me

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

haikai no renga – out of the mouths of dolts…

Oh, Trump’s statement’s true:
The country is overrun
by criminals, yes –
they hang out in Washington
and large corporate boardrooms..
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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

time travel

flash   roam   flash    fireflies
bring me back to my childhood
summer nights’ rapture

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

senryu – the Presidential lineup so far

sixteen candidates
each one displaying facets
of grave ignorance

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015