My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • 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…

  • Autumn/Fall equinox

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    Before the world tips over towards the dark I will walk to the pond, recite the name of the Creator on my finger tips, ask for guidance and the humility to accept the answer and listen to the bull frog call out good morning to the sun. I will hope the heron visits before I…

  • 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

  • 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…

  • 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

  • Wednesday’s haiku

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

  • noise

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    low flying jets a pack of helicopters, mowers and leaf blowers in the park low hum of distant interstate some days civilization just won’t shut up 10-18-23

  • Citrus

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    life gave me lemons I sent them back and asked for limes wait staff said they don’t have limes and lemons are pretty much the same I said your bartender would never substitute lemons for limes with Margaritas a lemon is not a lime and does not taste the same 10-19-23

  • not today

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    tic …toc tic ….toc TOC pine cone falls at feet squirrel chatters overhead I kick it Into the street think maybe the furry rodent might get hit by a passing car smile at the capricious nature of life step into the street kick the pine cone back into the yard think not on my watch…