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, September 26, 2015

Not Mine

"Marshmallows for Breakfast" Olivia, Rincon Wilderness Arizona May 2015

I worked to clear
Twig, leaf and sand,
Then rinsing hands –

Stood looking at –

My hands I saw,
As when a lad
Not mine –
My dad’s.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Bad Habits

In early spring,
Chaparral River Rats - Lower Salt River - Coons Bluff Arizona August 2015
My garden walk –
The air is cool,
Seed’s tiny stalk.

I bend and reach,
Pull tiny weeds –
From ground with ease.

Each weed I pull,
In garden plots,
I think of life –
Bad habit stops

See - tiny weeds
If left alone,
Will grow,
To crowd the good.

Then effort too –
Beyond my strength –
To pull the root –
In summer heat!

Oh why not do
The simple thing?
And pull the weed,
When small with ease.

Friday, September 4, 2015


Firing of the Anvil, Taylor Day's Rodeo, Taylor Arizona, July 2015

I hope I’ve been,
Both now and then,
As useful as
A thing I own
Of service to
The sons of men

A rope
I bought
Long ago
Then many knots
To make it whole

Build a thing
Make it swing
Cinch it round
Held off the ground
Let safely down

Cut the thing
Someone said
Too long and drawn
But I would not
For now I can
Tie anything

Then many years
It began to wear
Began to weaken
Began to tear

I cut away
The ravel fray
Now tight and trimmed
It weathered on

Now two pieces
Remain and yet
I use them less –
Though still cinch fast

I hope I’ve been
Both now and then
As useful to
The sons of men
As my rope now spent


Our Grandfather clock, I've wound each week for 33 years.

We have a clock,
A grandfather clock,
I weekly wind,
To keep the time,
For many years,
To hear the chime,
These ordinary tones
Become a bit of home.