My husband's poetry

Category: Death & Afterlife

  • Locked knees

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    When our father died Masonic members of the Scottish Rite came and performed final rites at his viewing. They marched to and fro in their regalia, spoke sacred vows before his open casket. The next morning, before his last ride, his preacher preached a sermon. A military detail came to the gravesite, performed a twenty-one…

  • Inevitably

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    Do not talk to me of fear of death for it comes inevitably It gathers us up and leaves us on a strange porch Orphans in a basket waiting to be welcomed into another home I do not dread its coming I leave my door ajar Ready for this new adventure I hope I’ve packed…

  • Poem for a dead poet

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    Sometimes, I think of you and your mother crying at your funeral. She said the police told her you dozed off and never woke up. This gave her solace, because it would have pained her to know You laid awake all night crying for her to come save you. Last night, I woke up in…

  • Spongebobia

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    last night I saw Dick Van Dyke smiling in a crowd he leaped high into the air did a prat fall and lay dead as everyone applauded his last performance I stood nearby while Mary Tyler Moore and Mary Poppins tried to get him to resurrect this morning I lay in bed watching the sky…

  • sing songs

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    Sing songs of unborn stars In their birth a funeral pyre Life times of journey brought us their light Celebrate both while there’s time 10-21-24

  • Low Country Churchyard

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    here among the dead I rest but briefly read dates on headstones calculate years of life Spanish moss haints trees butterflies light upon old monuments unaware and unconcerned of what lies beneath 10-6-24

  • Asheville

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    water leaves muddy foot prints in the top most boughs of trees tomorrow tragedies will reveal themselves in debris fields of mountain streams splintered makeshift crucifixes festooned with corpses years of recovery and sunshine cannot resurrect 9-29-24

  • Soul Train

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    A friend from childhood asked me to write a memorial poem for the passing of his 92 year old father; I asked him for nine things that remind him of his father and incorporated them within the context of the poem (I have removed his father’s name from this posting). ‘Soul Train’ No one chooses…

  • 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.…

  • Joy’s messenger

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    twilight’s grace, shadows creep, beauty lies in death’s embrace, silent slumber, souls sleep. whispered sighs, secrets keep, fields of stars, a tranquil space, twilight’s grace, shadows creep. autumn leaves, a gentle sweep, vibrant hues, a final trace, silent slumber, souls sleep. veils of time, memories leap, eternal dance, through time and space, twilight’s grace, shadows…