My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • Turtle on the edge

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    How long will you sit half up – half down trying to decide your way forward? Are you disoriented from last night’s storm? Are you looking for a dry place to rest or seeking higher ground? if you could talk, I’d gather you up and carry you there. 7-22-23

  • Saturday haiku

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    squirrel on a bench tiny footsteps beside me hunger breeds courage 7-1-23

  • Summertime

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    If you rise up before heat descends upon the day, insects still sing their high descant, while birds call back and forth, wake up, you’ve survived another night, there is work to be done. 6-29-23

  • haiku of the crow

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    crow on garden wall staring out at Haifa Bay spread your wings and soar 6-7-23 _____ Crows in the Middle East have grey feathers, appear to be bigger than western crows and have become my spirit animal

  • The exile

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    unaffected by its lack of freedom songbird sings from its cage hanging on a hook In the corner you doze in the lap of 21st century luxury unwilling to sing because you feel uncomfortable 6-23-23

  • Monday haiku

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    sunshine after rain turtles bask on muddy banks water drips from trees 6-23-23

  • Plum blossom slippers

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    Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.(Thich Nhat Hanh) written for a poetry workshop: Rejoice in the morning of your survival Above your head a crow shakes last night’s rain from leaves Haploid to diploid fertility dance In the dewy dawn moss comes green The weight of your burden is carried…

  • Red-headed stranger

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    High up in a dying tree Mr. Woodpecker knocks on wood Hopes a worm or insect May come to see who is calling I am not oblivious to their plight But neither am I complicit I hear him hammering at their door And do not disturb his ruse 6-18-23

  • Night stalks on cat feet

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    Late at night you sit on the porch. Distant low traffic drone harmonizes with high insect songs. Bare feet gather in sunlight from warm concrete. In the middle of the street the neighbor’s grey cat stands, stares up at an old man on a porch. If she weren’t so skittish, you’d invite her up to…

  • moon rise

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    just because earthquakes shake mountains and they tumble to the sea is not a good enough reason to stay in the valley and not approach the stars rise up like an eagle the moon has something to whisper in your ear 6-15-23