My husband's poetry

Category: childhood

  • Dessicated dreams

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    mother’s unused canning jars sit on shelves in the garage dried fire flies in some it does not matter if it was a sibling or I who tried to capture light and forgot to let it loose before we were called inside it only matters that mother allowed us to use her precious canning jars…

  • 1950s cold autumn rain

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    black foldover buckles on yellow raincoat wear your hood or you’ll catch a cold black galoshes – tuck in your pants keeps them dry when you splash in puddles take it all off in the cloak room so they dry before noon rush home for lunch and Popeye on TV black foldover buckles…start all over,…

  • Autumn

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    dry leaves beneath my feet sound like home “Albert, rake those leaves before you go anywhere.” 10-26-23

  • Hippocampus ears

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    wood glows in the fire pit up and down the street as they prepare to dream neighbors’ lights go on and off lone oak leaf lands on my shoulder I hear my father’s voice say get up and go to bed 10-25-23

  • Vertigo in a crowded room

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    gyroscopic mud ball spins on its axis, revolves around a star whirling out from its galaxy core giddy toddler pirouettes in the living room, spins until they fall in laughter upon the floor 10-5-23

  • The reader

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    Because I read the King James version of the Bible, I learned the misogyny of Paul could imitate the truth and sound beautiful on the tongue. Because I read Peter Matthiessen, I learned the truth is hidden in the narrative. Because I read Homer, I learned every hero has an Achilles heel and a dog…

  • 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

  • Two haikus for a rainy day

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    even in the rain two squirrels chase each other ’round and ’round a tree I watch from the porch remembering when I’d play unafraid of rain 9-10-23

  • Albert

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    wind in trees cool overcast skies nice day for sitting in the yard gym calls my name Albert, get off your sagging butt and push some weights 8-23-23

  • Infinity

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    You wake up dreaming about the infinite number of smaller and smaller fractions you can divide The distance between zero to one And wonder since the distance between zero to three Is three times the distance between zero to one, Why is three times infinity still only infinity? You decide this plane of existence is…