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 19, 2017

Written Down

So many books at edges glance
At shelves I look at ledge askance
Like from a street on autumn day
Row-houses nestled by the way

Unlike the row-house they’re large and small
A few like massive mansion sprawls
If I knock I’m invited in
To listen, talk - sit in the den
Beach Life, Oceanside California, August 2017

No lock or key is needed here
The message meant for me to hear
Held in place by cover and spine
Protected well by ponder and time

Left on a shelf their secret keep
So you must choose which one to reap
Their light is out their door shut tight
From the shelf place in hand and light

A treasure-trove freely lent
Rooms neatly ordered fine complement
Others filled with broken things
Disheveled rooms decaying beams

A map I have and visiting go
New streets and neighborhoods I roam
As well I’ve marked with ink and pen
The homes I wish to see again

Sunday, August 13, 2017

The Mother Tree

Sand Castles, Oceanside California, August 2017

Stepped from beneath the mother tree
Before dying she sheltered me
I walked along the flowing stream
Which guided me toward the sea

Upon the beach many were
Weighing bags they brought ashore
Standing there one caught my eye
She stood and waited by and by
Then on the scale her burden cast
The needle tipped then marker passed
Many years were lost at sea
Deserted island stranded flee
Cheated by the ones she loved
Treated as a worthless pawn
The sea wind bend, the sun did blind
Her love wrapped and tight cords bind
Built palisade no one could climb
Her need is more than I have wrought
For decades lived and love was lost

A soothing salve could not be found
So thinking I turned and stared around
She came to me, what did she see?
She spoke a word, she’d seen my tree
It started slow and what I learned
Was I could sooth the lost and burned

Sunday, August 6, 2017


The spider’s web
Quad Camping, West Central New Mexico Wilderness, July 2017
Of sticky strands
And prickly hooks
Of bloody bands

I began to read
The tragedy
Of love undone
So violently

I stopped before
I read the gore
The sappy core
The final score

My peace defend
T’was enough to know
What, why and when
The how? – Not now.