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, August 27, 2017

Balm

Approaching Totality - Total Eclipse, Marshall Missouri, August 2017



Ordinary Solitude
Solitary Attitude
A thing I do
And you?

Ponder on a shelf
Searching self
Discovering wealth
Seeking health

Now I’m with you
You read me too
And what you view
Are the things I do

I do not brag
Just this worn bag
Filled with tags
Of thoughts I have

I speak but few
Take some with you
As a leveling shim
Me? They never dim.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Journal

During the solar eclipse totality I slipped a ring on Betsy Lynn Moore's finger and asked her to marry me.  Tears of joy streamed from her eyes and before the sun reappeared she gave me a meek, "Yes."  We'll be wed within the next few months. We are like two college kids, trying to finish assignments, but completely distracted by feelings of love. These are exciting times.



August twenty first (working title)



In many ways
A day of days
It came and went
T'was heaven sent 
Oh heart and mind
Go try to find
A like event
And though you spent
A thousand weeks
In searching seek
You would not see
A love so sweet

The sun rose high
Into the sky
Stars shown in vain
The moon then came
Though it unseen
Cut through sun's beam
The sun and moon
Danced to a tune
Of murmured sighs
Of those who's eyes
Through goggles spied
The slow demise
Of sun's bright light
Now out of sight

Eclipse complete
I turn to seek
This girl I brought
Her finger sought
From pocket flit
On finger fit
A shiny thing
It was a ring

“Will you marry me?”
She began to weep
Her tears flowed free
Her voice was meek
She answered yes
My life she'll bless
Our lips did meet
I kissed her sweet
Her trembling form
Had sorrow known
But that will cease
I'll bring her peace

The minutes passed
Very fast
I held her tight
As again sunlight
Round the moon was seen
Like a diamond ring
Now glowing more
Our spirits soared
Amazing joy
This girl and boy
Experienced there
Lifetime to share
T’wast a day of days
In many ways

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 mansions sprawl
If I knock I’m invited in
Beach Life, Oceanside California, August 2017
To listen, talk - sit in the den

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