Tag Archives: night

in these times: night in America

framed by clouds  the moon
glides west  hushed  fair-minded  free
unlike the land below

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

Under the stars and crescent moon

I fall to my knees
to revere night’s hushed beauty.
I rise, legs muddied…

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

up before sunrise

dawn’s diffusing light
unmasks the night face of things
beauty warts and all

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

greeting summer’s last full moon

clear moon crowned with clouds
jewel of night    sky’s mistress
with your court of stars

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

love poem

lightning’s wild beauty
sparks longing    reveals one’s soul
oh night   jet black hair
my sighs   deep thunder rolling
catch me  love  in white-hot arms

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

last weekend of leave before going off to war – a memory in the form of a ballad

Rose of Sharon sunset’s child
with your hair of braided dawn
your smile of wicked dreams

I am the music of the flicking tongue
the serpent wriggling in your garden
night of the saber’s pleasure sheathed

oh Rose of Sharon

you are the wonderment of innocence
the chittering laughter of birds in sunlight
the wild earnestness of a maiden’s love

Rose of Sharon

we spar in our conversation   both
avoiding our true purpose here
amidst the music and the dancing

oh Rose of Sharon

you lay your hand upon my arm
you whisper your question at my ear
you stand back again   you nod   you smile

Rose of Sharon

I’m the one who blushes  the one who’s coy
you smile again and wink   you lean toward me
kiss me on the lips   say softly I want you

oh Rose of Sharon

I tender my hand   you take it in yours
you lead me through the bar’s exit into the night
to your car   your trouble finding your key

Rose of Sharon

I take your hand  lead you two rows over
open my car’s door  kiss you  help you in
I go around the car then get in too

oh Rose of Sharon

we sit for minutes watching the night sky
you reach over and take my hand once more
do you think I’m pretty  you say to me

Rose of Sharon

so you’ve never done this before  I ask
you lower your head and shake out a no
you look at me again  tears in your eyes

oh Rose of Sharon

why pick me  I ask   I touch your face in shadow
you say  you look so gentle so lonely
you just seem to need me to want you

Rose of Sharon

so here I am  you go on  here you are
we’re two strangers in a strange place   you laugh
I laugh too  then I lean toward you  kiss you

oh Rose of Sharon

your hand goes to my lap searching fumbling
not here  I say   not now   I want to see you naked
your exquisite hair fanned out on the pillow

Rose of Sharon sunset’s child
with your hair of braided dawn
your smile of wicked dreams

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

thought for a windy winter’s night

stars   mere far-flung specks
half-moon   ship tossed on night’s dark wave
and we   castaways

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015