My husband's poetry

Category: childhood

  • haiku memory

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    fig newton Friday’s only take two – sneak one more childhood payday treat 9-3-22

  • First of August

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    In the half dark after prayer lost in meditation I fall back asleep and wake to mom calling from the kitchen, “Who left the milk out?” I can’t decide whether to admit my guilt or pretend I’m still asleep and hope one of my siblings takes the blame. 8-1-22

  • school maze

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    I wander hallways looking for classroom doors of teachers who believed in me even when I didn’t, who kept trying to encourage even when I was disrespectful, who tried to mitigate my angry spirit even as I called them names, but all the doors are closed and locked, and the teachers have all gone home;…

  • untitled memory

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    Your band played a frat party near campus You told her you’re a university student She said she was a freshman there, too Monday in the hallway Outside your high school cafeteria You see her talking with her friends, Go up and say Don’t I know you from somewhere And smile She looks away in…

  • Thread

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    Because we didn’t have money to throw away, mom would use pieces of thread to sew shut holes in our storm door screen and keep the flies and skeeters outside Because I don’t have memories to throw away, I will find pieces of thread to sew shut holes in our back porch screen and keep…

  • the vanity of underachieving

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    Send me 21st century Proverb to hang my hat on; push me to do more My adolescent self found Ecclesiastes and I have been too lazy to go beyond “Vanity of vanities; all is vanity” I have two decades left and need to make up for 70 years of underachieving So send me a 21st…

  • wet Wed. haikus

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    coffee cup in hand umbrella in the other rainy morning walk mother memories wrinkly toes in squishy shoes “Leave the mud outside!” the slow rain falls hard mushrooms will pop tomorrow mint tea in forecast rivulets clean street makes the weeds grow tall and fast I might as well nap 6-29-22

  • Why is Floyd pink?

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    You dreamed about the ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ and remembered how you wanted to know why Floyd was pink and you thought who cares about the dark side of the moon if you can’t see it and you remembered how you hid dirty clothes under your bed because your mother didn’t want to see…

  • haiku child revery

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    in an antique store you open the wardrobe door looking for Aslan 6-27-22

  • Wallace Stevens revisited

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    Empire in apocalyptic disrepair The end is near Soggy cone Drips ice cream down arm and chin Mother says, “Silly boy – throw it out, wipe your chin, there’s always more.” 6-26-22