Love is Both a Path and a Guide ~~ Original Poems and Photographs by Rodney Standage, Gilbert Arizona

~~ Read Critically ~ Write Consciously ~ Speak Clearly ~ Tell Your Truth -Clint Smith

Sunday, March 18, 2018


Blacksmith Tent, Mt Man Rendezvous, Grande Prairie Arizona, March 2018

The strong emotion
Boiling up
In my blood and heart enough
To pen a rhyme
That’s worth my time
Only rarely chimes

I seize upon it
Pen in hand
And write the words
Yet whence it stirs
I hardly know
Except they flow

And in the afterglow I sit
And read again what
Was then writ
I change it that
It speaks the truth
Of what was said
In blood and heart and head

Then I wonder at the words
Recalling time and scene
It is as if a burden lifted free
Or a warming bath comforts me

Sunday, March 11, 2018


Betsy Coming Ashore, Canyon Lake Arizona February 2018

Awaken from a dream
Where evil things had been
And people broke and mean
No love nor safety seen

Conscience thoughts now stream
As I pondered on the meme
The scene how far from me
Yet close it seemed to be

Yes close yet far
I set as in a jar
To view - regard
What meanings are?

Sunday, March 4, 2018


Boettcher and Matthews Snow Caving, Snoqualmie Pass, Washington, January 1999

As a rose in the spring
From the smallest of buds
Bursts forth and its pedals
The velvet I love.

My heart fills with longing
But where shall I go?
Too many are guarded
Too many to know.

Take courage and say
Do not shy away
Things that you feel
That your pedals reveal

Sunday, February 25, 2018


Betsy vs Martinez Canyon, Arizona, February 2018

Hope in the face of futility
Prayer in the heart of the loved
Logic paints pictures of pointlessness
Faith draws strength from above

If results were to come –
Would they already be?
Holding out to the end –
Burdens the soul with fatigue?

What’s to become after parting
Memories sweet though not all
Are gathered together in the longing
Galleries of pictures on walls

Separation by death now completed
The years coat recollection with dust
Vacant is the place of her being
Tears long past fallen are like rust

Come to my rescue dear Jesus
Or send another in your stead
Which doctrine is it that frees us?
This, my prayer, now pled.

Sunday, February 18, 2018


The TV’s on
Dutch Oven Breakfast, Canyon Lake Arizona, February 2018
Yet nothing’s on
What was shown
Thankfully is gone

I flick it off
And pick a book
From a shelf
To have a look

A classic be
Who wrote this verse?
This speaks of truth
While screenwriters curse

So to the shelf
I will return
While TV sits
Like a dusty urn