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, 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

Sunday, February 11, 2018


Kayaking Camping, Canyon Lake Arizona, February 2018

There was a sphere
Around my dear
Her things o’erflowed
Like an aura glowed

A bubble full
Of life’s concerns
Now paper notes
Filled calendars

These notes and such
Were her domain
The meeting lunch
The stuff she learned

And now she’s gone
The bubble too
Slowly shrinks
As I clean the room

An onus task
That before this day
I could not do
There was no way

But time has slowed
My memory of
I go through things
That she once loved

There are gems
I random find
They touch my heart
Then tears combine

Some of it
From the bubble spills
I’ll save it here
For now my dear

Sunday, February 4, 2018


Sunset at Martinez Canyon, near Florence Arizona February 2018
What mark is left,
When I leave?
A change perceive?
Or transition be?

I think I see
A shifting she
A bit of me

More sure is she
Confidence rise
Reacquainted loves
From youth

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Natural Beauty

Bush Hwy and Stewart Mt. Dam Arizona January 2018

The path I sought
Was naught
The mountain peak
I longing seek

From here to there
I solemn stare
The ground traverse
The passage worse

But what I found
Unspoiled by few
My soul was bound
Beauty, sense, astounding view

Nature – Defend her

Sunday, January 21, 2018

This One

Who am I?
Olivia at City Park, Shinjuku Japan, April 2017
Should I know –
Before I die.
Before I go.

A mind that thinks?
A body alive?
A place in time?
A spirit that thrives?

Books consume
Bread devour
Prayers to plead
Each day, each hour

Sunday, January 14, 2018


Headed Home, Goldfield to Camelback, Bulldog Canyon, Arizona, January 2018

Alive and alone?
There are perks
Eating cookies
Before they’re cooked
Returning late?
No one cares
Break a plate
No one stares

But snuggle close then fall asleep
Or tell a story of a recent trip
To one you know will understand
Conveying love by holding hands

Torn between
Two extremes
Here and now
Then and how