Tag Archives: friendship

中秋佳节,北京,纽约市 : Mid-Autumn Festival, Beijing, New York [for R. W.]

sharing sweet moon cakes
midst warm thoughts of our friendship –
you, there, and I, here

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

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standing at the bar on a Friday night – a memory

after long hiatus
standing at the bar
with my friend Rodney S.

as she brings my drink  Lyn
shoots a barbed complaint at me
about two year’s worth of
Christmas gifts wreaking havoc
in the space of her small closet
but she pats my hand and smiling tells me
she’s just glad to see me there again

I mull over how the body perceives things
people   changes before the mind appears to –
from this delay must come the false
dichotomy felt between flesh and spirit
I turn my head toward my friend farther down the bar
I see his stunned look
as the other blonde bartender
whispers something to him –
he seems so far away at that moment
so lost   so utterly alone

I move down next to him
my silence matches his
forms a refuge
from the blaring music
then my asking why and his reply:
Just when you’ve found someone
you’ve come to really care about
she decides it’s time for her
to move on.   
again
we each in silence sip our drinks
the music sounds even louder now
as the neon sign in the window
flutters like a heart beating
fast

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

fallen from the stars

dearest friend!  the gifts I proffer you
seek no reward    they are like my poems:
affectionate free verses
little treasures of a man
sent to his companion
who’s fallen from the stars

But to me  your humble servant
you have given fire to my thoughts
and fire to my soul
because of you I cannot rest
I can only dream
about your beauty and your sweetness
about your mind and your goodness

as I pass the night awake
caught in steaming reveries
roiled
by fire in my thoughts
and by the fire in my soul…

again I say to you:
my dearest friend
the gifts I proffer you
seek no reward…
that you let me know you:
that for me is enough

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

sláinte

barkeep –
give me another glass
of wine  please
filled with joy
filled with sorrow

yet another  please
filled with life
brimming with love

still one more please
with friendship made
mixed with stirrings
of passion and the end
of ill feelings

barkeep –
be so kind as to give me
another glass topped up
that I may go
happily toasting
for all eternity

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

Winter Walk

You keep me company, wind gust,
my old friend
so clear yet so fickle.
How ridiculous must we seem
you and I:
you like a playful puppy
chasing leaves, hats,
yesterday’s tabloids…
I staggering along the street
each time you trip me up…
How cold you must feel, my friend.
How red your cheeks are –
or is it just that the sun is setting?
Oh, my poor restless friend,
homeless, without family.
Now I understand why you are
so blustery, so mischievous –
it’s to hide the great emptiness
at the center of your being.
Come! Come, my old friend – I’ll tell you
about being home, about having a family,
of still places, of love…
Ah – don’t push me so! I’m going,
I’m going…

© Gregory V Driscoll 2013

for Lan

what else is life
but laughing in the rain
and singing in the sunlight

what else is friendship
but a flower that never dies
a song that knows no ending

how lovely you are   love
hidden here in my heart
revealed there in the arms of darkness

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

(untitled)

memory is all
without it   there cannot be
friendship   love   grief   joy
but dull days of clouded skies
nights bereft of moon and stars

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013