My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • Sacrifice

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    All season long Winter prepares for Spring, pushes stubborn leaves from their perch so new ones have a place to grow. Some fall on grass, some on moss, some on naked ground, and some fall into the fire. They sizzle for a moment before they’re gone. The others will be pushed to the curb for…

  • Life’s road

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    life’s road leads forward even Robert’s fork leads forward no u-turn no reverse gear run out of fuel, pull over and quit 9-10-25

  • rainy day front porch haiku

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    tires slap wet pavement leaves watch thirsty ground drink rain tree frogs trill thank you 8-14-25

  • Red shift

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    somewhere along the journey you joined the retreat from darkness before the bang black sky between stars full with galaxies of light bright flash chases after you unable to catch up if we stop pushing each other away allow Creation to blind us of our darkness effulgent crimson becomes an ark sailing on seas of…

  • Tired of waiting

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    tired of waiting for light to reveal truths written with invisible ink I put on a blindfold and lie down for a nap 8-10-25

  • Buying stamps

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    My wife texted me from the Post Office The clerk offered new stamps with Nancy Reagan’s portrait She laughed, is that the best You can do and asked for ones with flowers 7-8-25

  • Dance

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    to the prompt: Dancing ======================= Dance at the sock hop, the prom, the sweetheart formal. Dance in your bedroom alone in the dark. Dance to the memory of swirling, sweaty, young bodies. Dance when everyone has a partner and you’re the odd one out. Dance in the corn, the beans or fields of fluffy white…

  • Goose pond

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    Every year I watch you from across the pond put on a green coat, wave your hands in the sky, stand summer strong in the wind, don yellow and autumn gold, go naked for a winter bath, before you dress for spring, again. Do you watch me come each morning, prayers on finger tips slowly…

  • Birthday morning

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    watch water glisten just before it boils stir blue berries into a bowl of oat meal drink your morning coffee from a large blue mug put dishes in the sink take a shower sit on the porch listen to bird calls and wait for family to arrive 5-18-25

  • Through

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    In the half light of morning on an old poster from an old reading series between the waste basket and wall a patch of white light illuminates my name. I look at the office window but it is covered. Through the half opened office door across the hallway through the living room doorway through a…