My husband's poetry

Category: Charleston

  • Charleston haiku boom

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    quiet city life? does construction ever end? how much is enough? 10-20-22

  • Walk inside the warm

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    Last night you woke to the sound of northern winds in southern pines, the furnace chugging dollar bills and barfing BTU’s in the hall, while a dog howled two doors down to be let back inside. You had been dreaming you were chosen to shoot a basketball – something about winning money for a homeless…

  • Literacy

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    Seagull reads the wind Maybe adapts is a better word Ruminates in sun above sand Waits for you to drop a crust of bread Snatches it before it hits ground Beach buzzard roosts mid-air Awaits another accident of intent Because it amuses you You throw another piece in its direction And again, it does not…

  • Savannah

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    He wanted to ride off into the sunset like Hopalong Cassidy always did, but he lived in the midlands And he had promised himself that he would retire someday to Savannah and riding off into the sunset Led into the mountains and mountains grow cold in winter and he feared he may die alone In…

  • Oxymoron

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    This morning, you remember the drum fish you caught on the inter coastal waterway The captain threw it in a ‘live well’ to gut and fillet for dinner ‘Live Well’ is a strange name for a holding cell for the condemned 12-2-21

  • Urban Sun

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    An urban sun does not smudge lipstick On the collar of the sky Leave glitter on shouldered landscapes It wakes under bushes in the park Bathes like Bathsheba on the roof Slides down a flagpole in the school yard Struts on Main Street Glistens sweaty on front stoops at midday Towards evening it disappears around…

  • what about dead fish?

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    water drowns city noise a sign says, Alligators May Live Here plastic snake, ziploc baggie small stuffed bear and pieces of driftwood on the shore turtles sunbathe on rocks long-legged birds stalk the rapid edge butterflies flit around dead fish 6-4-21

  • Enigmatic man II

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    it’s been most of a year since Enigmatic Man roamed our streets picked through trash saved treasures before city trucks come to carry it away vacant stare sulk of shoulders shuffled gait world on his back and under feet 5-28-21