My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • Gifting among the poor

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    In the sweater section of Goodwill She saw the ugly hand-knit sweater She gifted her best friend for Christmas 2016 She bought it for a dollar And gifted her best friend for 2024 So she’d have a matching set 11-15-24

  • Big yellow bus

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    puddle in the street wishing it was the sky reflects its dream school bus pushes past deposits children at the curb traffic stops in both directions free at last they stomp and splash the puddle dry before they race for home 11-14-24

  • A Gerbil’s Life

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    falling down the steep slope of night he slid to a stop at the bottom among the dead even though he knew he did not belong he stayed until dawn walked back up the slope took a shower got dressed drove to the office and went back to work 10-31-24

  • In the garden

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    My poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was, ‘Philosophy of Life.’ ‘In the Garden’ ((the prompt was: Philosophy of Life)) This fleeting moment, life – travelers, passing through. Each breath, a whisper, each step, a dance. No destination, the journey is the goal. The universe conspires with love – let go…

  • unborn

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    unborn, first born, middle born, last born, still born, low born, reborn; sometimes, life is too much to bear. 10-18-24

  • Autumn tercets

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    clad in stealth mode daylight climbs in my window birds sing the sun awake sky goes gently blue wind collects distant reveille lays it on the porch coffee in a cup crock pot simmered all night beef stew for breakfast a chilly 45 degrees feels like camping weather put a sweater on 10-15-24

  • on any given Sunday

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    looking for an edge both teams use pregame prayer circles with the God angle negated a Hail Mary pass is no longer a viable option you promise to tithe your winnings hoping angels juice over/under wagers 9-24-24

  • after mindgravy

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    Outside the moon rolled up clouds revealed its round Buddha belly. I stood transfixed in the afterglow. Is this Zen I do not know I pat my belly in satisfaction. It is a good night to be alive. 9-20-2024

  • Labor Day

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    Small limb dressed in blue-green lichen, light as balsa wood, falls at my feet, all used up, breaks into three pieces, fit for the fire. I finish my coffee, rise from my chair, go inside change my clothes, and face the day. 9-2-24

  • Gathering rice

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    sit by a phone wait for a text a message a knock on the door Google the night about handfuls of rice tossed in the air abandoned in churchyards afraid of dying starved for touch 7-27-2024