My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • Retired

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    He sat in his front yard, retired Waved at every car that drove by, because Some he knew, some he thought he knew, Some he wanted to know Some he knew he didn’t know, but It made him laugh to think They went to work and tried All day to remember how they knew him…

  • 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

  • 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…

  • Patience

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    bright flashing songbird cajoles the sun to hurry I smile and say, be patient it will come in its own good time 4-29-23

  • Morning meander

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    I walk on the paved path through the park; sit on a bench in need of paint; watch three squirrels race through last year’s leaves, chase each other up a tree, leap from limb to limb, chattering endlessly. Why I do not know. 5-1-23

  • Focus

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    Some days all you see is dirty brown pond water focus on the attribute of reflection green trees and blue skies 5-3-23

  • Meditating in Nature During Baseball Season

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    Deep in the woods red bird calls or maybe it’s a mockingbird that likes the way those notes roll off its tongue or maybe its envious of bright feathers and hates Cubs baseball. If this is cultural appropriation, you do not care. You only know it feels good in your ear and winning is a…

  • I do not own a gun

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    My two older sisters had matching dolls. I had cars and trucks, a Roy Rogers’ holster with a silver cap gun. I used to hide in their closet and played with their dolls when no one was around. My mother was a girl scout leader; I know all the songs. I belonged to the boy…

  • Pressure

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    Two kinds of pressure Within and without Both will kill you If you don’t watch out One will make it rise The other make it seethe You can change the outcome Just relax and breathe Push your ass from the table Do not lick the pan Take a baby aspirin And your Losartan 5-9-23 from…

  • Sip the morning dry

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    Like a ship coming to harbor, bullfrog calls out from weeds, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. Before heat chases dawn away, I watch day shadows shorten, ask the Creator to refine my character, inhale the last fragrance of warm tea from the bottom of my cup and sip the morning dry.