My husband's poetry

Category: Aging

  • Contentment

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    cool tree shadows birds call back and forth breeze talks with leaves shakes loose a green nut and falls at my feet I do not know when is a good time for my soul to fly but a day much like today would be okay 5/27/24

  • Standing at the shoreline looking East

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    ankle deep in foam toes in wet sand days without end will end if I could walk under water I’d walk back across the sea tell my long lost cousins I’ve returned and will they take me in 5/26/24

  • spring haiku

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    latent amidst green lives autumn’s colors and death waiting for its time 5/27/24

  • still life

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    cfblack
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    in a pretty vase waist deep in tap water trying not to die beauty caught in full-bloom strikes an objectified pose the compost pile is calling 5-7-24

  • adjustments

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    cfblack
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    through a gap in trees light finds my face warms my skin I luxuriate in the moment then adjust my chair and return to the shade out of sun away from cancer they cut from my skin ____ how many weddings happy days in the sun did we attend in our youth then watched from…

  • Memories

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    in bare trees high overhead squirrels chase shadows on the ground and do not make a sound In last year’s dead leaves 2-21-24

  • an old friend

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    All night I dreamed of an old friend who lived across the back yard fence and moved away in ’65’ we talked of old times and how we landed in our now we talked about his sister, mother and father we talked of how home is no longer home he talked of going to the…

  • Yellow leaf

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    Yellow leaf on branch tomorrow you will fall to ground by Sunday you will turn brown Monday’s squirrels will play in the rattle of your past the wind will chase you to the border of the woods where you may decompose in solitude 11-9-23

  • Of the pond

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    two weeks ago three yellow goslings followed parents around the pond last week they were gone maybe it was a hawk maybe avian flu either way they are gone this morning, the geese swam around each other in ever narrowing circles until necks intertwined she shook her tail feathers and preened them back in place…

  • Greening clover

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    Today is the anniversary of my birth; a day when I was innocent and my parents were not yet disappointed. I put on old shoes and a rain suit, grab the umbrella from its place on the porch and walk in the park. Beside the pond I recite the name of God and ask for…