Tag Archives: cloud

streaming live

dark cloud for a cowl
the moon peers out warily
the tempest runs wild

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

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feather cast aside

you my lovely one   you who go
wilder than the wind
you carry me away with you
though I cannot see you
am I a cloud or dust perhaps
or a feather cast aside
rising higher ever higher

through day and night
I turn round but where
where I know not
above the sea I fly
I see its form without form
through day and night
I hear it call
from below

what wounds the bloody daggers
of dawn and sunset have wreaked on me
skewered me they have transfixed me
just as you enchant me
oh song of mine   you go
wilder than the wind

you snatch me away
to your secret place
there to pick at me
this flesh made of dream
but still I cannot see you
and because of you I’m dying
I this body of dream

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

fancy’s storm

in the rain   whimsy fills me
you – this moist earth
of sprouted nerves
running through my dreams
of silken shamelessness
what a lively wanton filly  you
I – this dark clouded
lyric squall   shaggy-caped   moving
mounted on you   my wild one
what a worn-out rider  I
straddling you   oh my sweet madness
how this time so fickle
can make us excited and bold
the rain falls   a deluge
a deluge too   this persistent mirage
you – with flashing arms
howling torrent of caresses
circling dream in flesh
oh delirium of beauty
I – disheveled   thundering
roaring breathless wind
circling flesh of dream
oh raving fleetness   oh folly
you – this peerless earth
and I – mist upon your breast

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

haiku

bowl near the cloud’s edge
the half-moon tilts moving west
light spills everywhere

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

The Peasant to his Love

If I were a cloud, I’d bless you
with my gentle rain
falling so lightly
but only when you wished.
I’d be the most affable of clouds.

If I were a tree, I’d shade you
against oppressive heat and light.
My every branch would guard you
with their shielding leaves.
I’d be the most obliging of trees.

If I were your donkey
(there are those who say I am)
I’d carry you wherever you’d wish.
To your service I’d pledge my every step.
I’d be the most docile of donkeys.

Cloud, or tree, or donkey,
lover or all – whatever –
just tell me, love, and I
will content you surely
with all my strength and will.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

haiku

sunset’s fiery sky
livid cloud stretched south to north
rampant dragon’s tail

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

coming full circle

cup both hands to drink
cataract’s swift clear water
rushes to the sea
rises as mist to the sky
floats as cloud  then falls as rain

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013