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, June 25, 2017


Snag Midst Wildfire Smoke, Battleground Ridge Arizona June 2017

Water on the road
As shimmering steam
On it flows
Reflecting sky
Though speeding drive
I can’t arrive
It speaks one word –

Sunday, June 18, 2017

A Ring

Ring Mark, Gilbert Arizona, May 2017

I had a ring
A band of gold
I wore this thing
For time untold

The token of
A choice I made
A wedding vow
The ‘yes’ I gave

Now she is gone
Her breathing stow
Her heart is stone
Her skin is cold

I did not ask
For her to leave
A cancer stole
Her from me

From my hand
I took this ring
Upon a shelf
I placed the thing

On skin a mark
The sun unseen
But more than sight
An Indent scene

For year and days
It lingered there
Impression stayed
I often stared

Evidence of
Emotional pang
So slowly fades
My life is change

Where’s she today?
With ring on shelf
I turn away
Recasting self

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Gnarly Oak

Sunset, Shi Shi Beach, Washington, June 1999

We nailed some steps
To a gnarly trunk
And climbed
A might oak

High in the boughs
We built a fort
We captured foes
And found resort

We planned our lives
On summer days
We made repairs
Then went away

Now fifty years
Have come along
The mighty oak
Has died and gone

In its place a copse of ten
How slender thin
How young,
I grin

My future’s dream
That a child spoke
Let’s build a fort
In this mighty oak

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Old Schoolhouse

Oldest Schoolhouse in Arizona, Strawberry Arizona, April 2015

Behind the school
There was a grave
With a marker worn
Where the teacher lay

School long closed
Its single room
We young ones peered
At its weathered tomb

A long hot walk
From our summer home
A place to go
Schoolhouse Grave of Mr. Prather, Strawberry Arizona, April 2015
Where mysteries roam

Today I walked
Seemed a shorter path
Though the mystery’s gone
School and grave still lasts

One shouldn’t forget
Though the mystery’s gone
The fun we had
When lives were young