My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • 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…

  • Aerosol plume

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    (for my worry wort friend…) Often, I lie awake concerned about my peeing habits. Lid up or down when flushing? Over the years my wife has trained me put the seat back down after peeing, but I am lazy and often leave the lid up when I flush and lie awake, concerned about the impact…

  • Saturday morning haiku

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    sitting on the porch, sipping coffee, basketballs thumping in the park 4-5-25

  • Laundry day

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    because I hated folding clothes growing up, I don’t everything is hung on a hanger except my underwear and socks those I throw in a basket in the closet all my dark socks are the same and I’m not an underwear model so who cares about wrinkles if they fit 4-4-25

  • 21st century problems

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    somewhere his favorite hat is not lost, but waits patiently for his return to where he left it so he wouldn’t forget, but he did 3-17-25

  • Mini-ice-age

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    (The prompt for a monthly workshop I host was ‘Sediment’. I don’t often do rhyming poems, but as I wrote my poem several rhymes appeared naturally so I went ahead and made the rhyming scheme uniform.) Beneath the sky As ancient whispers blow cold, Glaciogenic breaths take hold, Mountains carved with frozen scars, Etched by…

  • Shopping at ALDIs

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    you dreamed of oranges and when love tasted like tangerines you blamed the tangerines for being tangerines and went home empty and alone 3-10-25

  • Winter’s day

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    Between shadows, light reflects on dead leaves, sun warms my back. A January wind cools my face, pushes its way past my scarf and down the front of my shirt. I zip my jacket as high as it will go, but it it is too late. I retreat to house, fill a bowl with tuna…

  • Gate 19

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    Poem from notes at the Milwaukee Airport 12/29/2024 (photo by granddaughter) the interstate is empty at 3 am no snow or ice return rental car walk across sky bridge to Departures dogs sniff feet for explosives no need to remove shoes sweat pants and canvas shoes are all the rage jilted shoeshine chairs sit draped…

  • Autumn/Fall equinox

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    Before the world tips over towards the dark I will walk to the pond, recite the name of the Creator on my finger tips, ask for guidance and the humility to accept the answer and listen to the bull frog call out good morning to the sun. I will hope the heron visits before I…