My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • Tag

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    one brown mallard swims circles on the pond soon a green hooded drake or two may come play tag until she makes her choice they’ll settle down, spend winter playing house upon the shore I wonder what brought her to this pond and how the drakes knew where to find her 9-29-23

  • three humble haikus

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    brown bird in green bush mean as a blue jay…curses if I walk too close mockingbird of change maybe he’ll winter over maybe, we’ll be friends every morning swear my father’s ghost sent him cut me down to size 9-29-23

  • While Carol sleeps

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    Listen to the morning Dogs, frogs, birds, distant traffic Slide up and down the music scale Siren wails, “Get out of my way I’m coming through” I mutter to myself, “I can’t to get out of my own way Go the F around” 9-30-23

  • Morning flows away

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    on the downhill side morning flows away into the street leaves it’s debris for critters a place to sleep or afternoon to sweep I don’t need the work but Carol hates critters So I will sweep the litter 9-30-23

  • Fourteen lines

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    Poem written for a workshop I host; the prompt was Nature: Because I refuse to count my beats And play with rhyming schemes These fourteen lines will never be A fucking sonnet nature poem Carolina wren song ascends Clear notes welcome in the day Dew sparkles during morning prayer Soon it may become ice crystal…

  • A free meal is never free

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    barking dog welcomes daylight lone bird calls in the bush …failure to communicate a fenced animal cannot understand freedom It only wants to be set free 10-1-23

  • Saluda Shoals

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    quietly, an anole blends into its surroundings does not call attention to itself joyfully left alone to safely go on about it’s business 10-1-23

  • Truth?

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    I do not know the difference between an omen, an augury or happenstance and don’t believe the dictionary’s testimony is the only truth or final word this morning, after prayer a coal black humming bird hovered near my head, landed on a small branch, sat still, stared at me a bit, then rose up, hovered…

  • Wednesday’s haiku

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    sip your blue cup dry squirrels have finished breakfast brush nutshells from rail 10-11-23

  • mount up and fly

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    you don’t need a pin through your abdomen or gutted and stuffed by taxidermist to prove you are a special being and in danger of becoming extinct mount up and fly while you still can 12-9-24