Tag Archives: maple

pink tourmaline surprise

on brown spider’s web
from gutter to maple branch
dewdrops glint at dawn

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

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a new grammar

I fear I’m going loco
for I see persons   places   things
and finding you in their beauty
try to make them into pronouns for you
this maple for example which will soon
sound its symphony of buds   of branches
swaying    of birds assembling nests –
this I call “You flourishing”
and this night sky arching over
earth   sea    naked save for those small jewels –
this I call “You dreaming”   and this
young woman drawing near me now
with her smile made of sun and clouds
her eyes of dark fragrant sherry –
she I name – my heavens – she is
you
you  my love

well   yes this proves it for certain
I am going bonkers

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

haiku

moonlight silvers all
hedge  hostas  rosebush  maple
glimmer in the gloom

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

after three days’ rain

maple clad in mist
street lamps’ haloed lights glow dim
longing for the sun:
tulips   mourning doves   roses
snakes   box turtles   mallards   me

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

Haiku

Perched in the maple
mourning doves raise plaintive calls.
Bless one another!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2012

reflections on a rainy day

teaching a child how to tie its shoes,
or to understand some concept;
or seeing the blue bells at the side of the road,
touching the bark of the maple;
or kissing the skin of this woman
who lusts for me as I for her;
rather these – all or severally –
than this fabricated, meaningless travail
done on thoughtless ‘thinking’ machines,
these reports that hover endlessly,
that cycle mindlessly through offices
brimming with recycled air,
with rotting thoughts, with incipient despair…

just to see the smile on a face
is worth infinitely more than all this
dreadfully serious chicanery.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011

Plainsong

Support the sky, you wizened trees!
Hold your hard sinewy limbs aloft
to touch heaven’s face in Spring
with your unfolding leafy palms,
emerald, olive, lime, and jade.

Dance shamelessly with the Summer wind!
Rock the sun in your woody arms!
Let the rains turn your gray trunks
dark with their teeming liquid kisses!

In Autumn’s dusk, maple and oak and pine,
horse chestnut, myrtle, sycamore and birch –
dark sentinels of steadfast courage.
Bright messengers of fortitude at dawn,
scatter your raiment to the four winds!

Dear reminders of the cycle of life,
you keep singing of wonder
even as you shiver and creak and moan
in the North Wind’s frozen embrace.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2011