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, June 17, 2018

Consolation

Path to the Moon, Cabo Mexico May 2018

I read of her loss
Thought of the ache
Then without thought
Wrote, “No words can state…"

But deeply I knew
It just wasn’t true
So removing that phrase
Then considering my praise

These new words of healing
Of triumph and care
I know will give refuge
So I wrote them there

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Two-Edged Sword

Chillin' with the band, Cabo Mexico, May 2018

I thought upon the two edge sword
And great the care to take
That they who wield not take a wound
As it is wont to make

So many use their words to bite
The advancing foe to strike
Or bend their meaning so to make
A shadow appear as right

Many there be who hide themselves
That they may not be found
And doing so forfeit the lives
They sought now out of bounds

Some think themselves above the hurt
They purposely disbursed
And yet collect a poison snare
Among their booty fair

Their crafty cause in self the fault
A chain so thick a mind distraught 
Please grant me courage to close the door
Upon the cunning two edge sword

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Your Eyes

Waves at Lover's Beach, Cabo San Lucas Mexico, May 2018

In your eyes I see
Tho’ a picture brought to me
A smile relaxed yet heavenly
Full brim, mild and kindly

I know you not but for your eyes
No words they speak just gentle sighs
They mask the map that is your life
Yet call me, leave my world of strife

I pictured I could be so Right
To hold you gently through the night
Awaking early - sun’s first light
Whispering love ‘ere my day takes flight

Our worlds apart may never meet
Lips to cheek we may not greet –
Yet in this moment a savor sweet
I feel warmth from head to feet

Pause, close those eyes, you needn’t wince
Allow a smile upon your lips
Brightening up your radiant face
Enjoy your day with lightened pace

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Craftsman

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

Friends

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