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, November 29, 2014

Almond Tree

Machu Picchu Peru, October 2005

I plucked an Almond from my tree.
As I smashed the husk - 
It seemed to ask -
“Why are you cruel to me?”
And so, I did not stop at that.
I took a saw a trimmed it back.

Friday, November 28, 2014


I am sorry!
I can not speak,
Some few things
That prick and peak –
Emotions deep.

I Would Say
Denise and Amy, Lehi Arizona, 1983
What should be said
In a time –
That would be right
In a way –
That shines a light
In a tone –
Of Sweet Melody
With a touch –
Of light caress
And the Peace –
That would result
As a warm Cotton Quilt
Against the Winter Night

But my throat
Will not release
When my mind
Is not at peace
Lo - My depth
Too strong
What words
I would

And so I pass
The chance to say
Though I
Holding –
Hugging –
I struggle
To convey!

Please accept –
This Apology.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Fly Away

Denise looking south at Payson Valley from Kehl Springs Point, Mogollon Rim Arizona, 2006
A sparrow mid-flight
Winging –
Soaring –
Flying passed
Reaching I Catch
Heart racing –
Worry –
Struggle –
In my hand

Awake at mid-night
Thoughts in flight
Winging –
Soaring –
Vying for my time
Reaching I Catch
Hold it in my head
Heart racing –
Worry –
Discontent –
As Emotion
Starts to boil
I release
And send it soaring
To its perch
Where? - 
Neither Far nor near.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


After three days of observation, we met this morning with the chief oncologist at the Cancer Treatment Centers of America, CTCA.  He said the treatment that Denise has received so far has been the strongest response available today for the cancer that she has.  He said it is troubling that the cancer returned so soon after treatments; explaining that not only is the cancer very aggressive, it is resistant to the best drugs we have to fight it.  This is a bad as it sounds.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014


I shy away
From the screen or play
That clouds my sight
With tears like rain

To bridle pain
I prefer a book
So I control
Incision’s depth
Ashley's third birthday, Mission Viejo California, 1988

But like spring-rain shed
On a tulip bed -
Turns the ground
From brown to red

Some lessons gained
Required pain
I guess most folks
Learn no other way

Though prefer
A gentler route -
Once through
It's figured out.