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

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Cooing Dove

Rodney, Mesa Arizona, 1978

Why the cooing dove,
In summer time,
Makes me think,
Of autumn clime,
I can’t recall.

The dewy leaf,
A chilly morn,
The moist earth,
An early dusk
A later dawn?,

Friday, August 22, 2014


Kyomizu Dera Japan, 1979
I sat one day upon a chair.
In Arizona’s sunny air,
An imagined smell suddenly -
Cast my mind upon a scene -
A far flung place across the sea.

In Kyoto’s foothills tucked away,
Kyomizu temple built to stay,
Incense rose into the air.
In my mind and looking right,
I sensed the smoke now rising there.

A sand filled cauldron of smoldering sticks -
Upon a sturdy stand does sit -
Polished planking holds aloft,
Incense sweet upon the air.
Wafting in this thought -


Olivia Mae, Gilbert Arizona, Summer 2012
A colleague spoke incoherently -
Words he used with fluency -
Yet the point, he had no clue.
Circled round trapped in glue!

I’ve read Homer, Euclid, Frost,
Montesquieu, Clemens, Locke,
Dickens and the like.
But what do I recall?

One phrase from one
Two thoughts from two
Was it worth my time or not?
Book in hand – rethinking thought.

I seem to know a well laid plan! -
I recognized a learned man. -
I assemble words in such a way -
That changes a course drawn in sand!

But not all.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Fuzziness at three

Braelyn Anne, Mesa Arizona, August 2014
In a room for sleeping
I sat upon the floor
While food shaped plastic pieces
Lay scattered near the door

Three small girls playing -
At a kitchenette of wood -
I ate their plastic dinners.
Filled – eating all I could!

The time had come to change it up -
I announced vacation plans!
We would go to Disneyland,
With animals on a circus tram!

Then ocean beaches full of sand!
With dragon castles resisting surf!
Rich detail used to described each one -
The story ending with the setting sun.

The middle child was only three.
The words held more than she could see.
Experience bold and freshly hatched,
Her imagination splintered as images slipped past.

I stared ahead as if I saw - The wonder of it all!
And she my eyes did follow, finding naught upon the wall,
She turned and searched my eyes anew,
Desperate to see with clarity!

She must have seen some fuzziness
Midst visions and experience
Transporting from that little room
And how a larger world view.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Failed to Write

Denise, Saguaro Lake Arizona, 2005
A clever phrase
Cloaked a thought
I failed to write
Now it’s naught

A clever phrase
Now a foggy mist
Come again?
I cannot say.