My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • Sometimes

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    Sometimes you rush off a quick email and wish you had waited Sometimes you let it sit all day and wish you had waited longer Often times it’s just insecurity and eternity is too short 1-25-23

  • 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

  • haiku for an expansive life

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    four directions faced? four elements of matter? refuse to be boxed 2-19-23

  • 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…

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Mary Catherine

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    Mary Catherine walks her neighbor’s foster dog in the park and she smiles as it drags her along behind. Mary Catherine stops at the bench where I am sitting, because the dog wants petted by every stranger he sees. Mary Catherine says she often sees me sitting in our side yard as she drives by…