My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • Wednesday’s haiku

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    sip your blue cup dry squirrels have finished breakfast brush nutshells from rail 10-11-23

  • breakfast

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    remove me from the carton in the refrigerator crack my spirit on the edge of life. pour my yolk in a frying pan add local seasoning for flavor let it sizzle until done serve me up to feed the hungry clear the table, scrub the pan wash the dishes for tomorrow’s breakfast 10-3-23

  • manic Monday

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    Two ants, one from the east, one from the west, Scurry back and forth on a fence rail Follow chemical signposts on an invisible highway Left by those who came before Search for anything that leads to treasure They can carry back to their hill Meet in the middle, circle one another, Exchange professional courtesies…

  • While Carol sleeps

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    Listen to the morning Dogs, frogs, birds, distant traffic Slide up and down the music scale Siren wails, “Get out of my way I’m coming through” I mutter to myself, “I can’t to get out of my own way Go the F around” 9-30-23

  • Morning flows away

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    on the downhill side morning flows away into the street leaves it’s debris for critters a place to sleep or afternoon to sweep I don’t need the work but Carol hates critters So I will sweep the litter 9-30-23

  • September morning

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    Yapping dogs share neighborhood gossip. I much prefer the gossip of birds. Anole searches fence rail for a bit of sun The forecast is for rain. Overhead a squirrel shakes a leaf into my cup. Heron stalks far side of the shore. Dogs still share their neighbor’s business. Squirrel chases anole from fence. Heron rises…

  • Waiting

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    freckled light through trees spinache souffle on a plate brown coffee in a cup waiting on a friend 9-15-23

  • feather

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    Yesterday out where high power runs straight Into the distance and the weeds grow tall I stand at the cut line in short grass so dew does not dampen the hem of my pants a feather lies in the open I decide to leave it for a child to find Today out where high power…

  • Hosanna chainsaw

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    dog walkers reappear park staff armed with chainsaws clear limbs and damaged trees barometric pressure shoulder pain lessens emails and projects beckon me to come inside and work in the key of longing cicadas sing Hosanna chorus celebrate survival of the storm 8-31-23

  • empty highway

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    empty highway low country dark headlights split the night center line reflectors yellow crescent moon set cruise and go 8-23-23