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, May 27, 2018


Olivia at grandma's grave, Mesa Arizona, Memorial Day 2018

“Do you see that?” I said
As we gazed at the wall
In a temple for Buddhists
In a town in Xian

The carving depicted life as a monk
A relief carved from wutong or poplar or such
See here it is shallow and marked with a bit
It was carved by machines, I’m sure of it.

As nice as it was it paled to compare
To the many I’ve studied, stood by and stared
From the hands of a craftsman an image appears
And minutes unnumbered is art pure and clear

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Sparrow's Perch

Backyard Birdbath, Gilbert Arizona, May 2018

When three sparrows perch
On their twiggy berth
Then look around
Do they smile?
Or frown?
Do they speak of sun
And grain and fun?
Or worry and grief
Seeking relief?

I would like to think
There is plenty to eat
And their random song
Is happy and strong
That they love their friends
And get along.

Sunday, May 13, 2018


Betsy and Me,  Goldfield Mt. Arizona, March 2018

On a lonely road
With heavy loads
A hug felt deep
As two hearts meet

They carried there
Harbored care
A wound conceal
A plague to heal

Friends fast
Hands clasp
Together their
Burdens share

Gifts exchanged
Each changed
A stronger you
My burden lighter too

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Love Lost

Our First Honey Harvest, Gilbert Arizona, May 2018

I fell in love
Then bud to bloom
Love shown bright
Like sun at noon

It wove around
Each melody
I breathed its scent
In every tree
Its colors pierce
The rising sun
All couples seemed
Clasped as one

Where was love
Before she came?
The things I did
Were about the same

Before she stood
Here by my side.
Where was love
Where did it hide?

Warmth all about
But I was cold
Love turned my heart
Awoke my soul

She was all
The only one
I’ve ever had
Else unknown

Now she has gone
I watched her leave
Death came along
I cry and grieve

I long for days
When hand in hand
Along the bay
Bare feet on sand

Or evenings cool
Her fingertips
Against my skin
I kissed her lips

Who’ll come along
To take her place?
Stake a claim?
Match her pace?

For that to work
Requires space
Remove her things
Only leave a trace

My cup is full
Where will it go?
I can’t move on
Until it’s stowed.

Sunday, April 29, 2018


Kayaking into the Wind and Chop, Apache Lake Arizona, April 2018

The wave rolled toward the sand
Upon the beach its life would end
No way to fix, no way to mend

Oh, do not fret t’was meant to be
Crashing waves from the sea
If it ended t’would worry me