My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

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    rain drips from trees drums dry brown leaves snare rattles downspouts birds sing call and response highway drones bass line sit silent and listen 5-19-24

  • Harrison Butker

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    or The Somnambulant Man in the middle of the night (comatose for decades) View Post he woke up struggled to feed himself left his dirty underwear on the bathroom floor everyone and everything had gone on without him his kids had grown up his wife had grown independent his mother had died while inside he…

  • Love cuisine

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    You say you’re not hungry, but she cooks fish sticks anyway, because fish sticks are an act of love and the world needs more love (Whatever the hell that means). She calls you inside. You put four on a paper plate, add horse radish sauce for dipping and go back outside to eat. Confident no…

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    dusk songs in the bush, in a tree, across the street, in the park, in my neighbor’s yard songs sung short and sweet 4-28-24

  • meditation at the kitchen sink

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    in early morning light a soap bubble told a dish rag in my curves I prism rainbows then burst in joyous colors 4-18-24

  • The Archaeologist

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    Inspired by morning coffee with a friend: Boxing up mother’s life for an estate sale, he wondered if all the perfume and cologne still smelled cheap or if they improved with age. He wondered, if there was a way to save unburned candles from the glass votive series that lined a shelf behind her chair.…

  • forgiveness haiku

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    it’s not where you’ve been it’s where you are now standing and where you’re going 3-30-24

  • polecat pheromones

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    killing time currency of youth scavenger hunt for answers gather at the ball court – without a ball oblivious of the smell who am I to judge killing time 3-25-24

  • Daydream of a Busy 21st Century Man

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    Once upon a time humans did not know about cholesterol, astrological signs, DNA, 23 and me, credit scores, BMI, FMR, social media passwords, Myers-Briggs, condoms, blood type, net worth and debit cards, but somehow they still thrived. 3-8-24

  • Foam bubbles

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    the smirking yuppy mural on the wall reaffirms your feelings of inadequacy to the tasks life has set before you and never changes its expression you wish you could sit one more time at your parents’ kitchen table let mom tell you how important it is to lose ten pounds, again listen to stories of…