My husband's poetry

Category: Death & Afterlife

  • When

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    I guzzle Gatorade after a good workout rain drops smear the dirt on my windshield cell phone vibrates, 745 area code someone from back home Hi, this is John (Ball State1970) I took his class on violence he was still ABD, we became friends he asks how have I been – I say great he…

  • Reverence for the dead

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    whale fall funeral bed repose of the decomposed nothing goes to waste bones picked clean piled on ocean floor 1-7-24

  • Doors of misconception

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    Philosophers and poets say there is a doorway between worlds. Ignore the narrow path. The universe is ever expanding. Stop looking for a door where there is no wall. Gate keepers want a toll. Step around the door; it only slows you down. 12-22-23 “Thou art but one step away from the glorious heights above…

  • Down so low

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    falling uphill towards a grave fill in the cut earth today is about tomorrow turn a gnat into an eagle only the sky will capture your body as you fall 12-7-23 for this I created a new category: self transformation. If there is ever time, I will return to former posts & add this category…

  • Elegy for roadkill

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    Rain stopped populating the pond with concentric circles. A generation of grandchildren dripped from trees along the shore. Before I walked for morning prayer, I found a dead squirrel in the street, placed it on a leaf pile the city will haul away in three days. I did not pray a funeral service or dig…

  • Jenny wren

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    when she was young she asked her husband to build her a tiny Jenny Wren house painted blue as a summer sky a small dowel rod for a front porch hung it in the old apple tree every spring she watched tiny wrens move in once a storm took down the old tree and she…

  • Licking county highway

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    This morning, Momma says eat your breakfast You have a long day Two eggs, buttered toast, four slices of bacon He rushes out the door Almost a man Momma’s proud of how big he’s grown 8:52 am Semi slams into back of bus Big day with friends, last day with friends His day, his life…

  • The beauty of dying

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    floating leaves interrupt an illusion of heaven drowning in water’s reflection Autumn falling up reclines in blue Summer stripped of green fragile beauty revealed before it slips below the surface and is gone 11-9-23

  • Chocolate croissants

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    Sharing chocolate croissants with a friend, you count seconds between lightning and thunder, talk about safety in the coming storm. Jets from the airbase fly practice runs overhead, shake trees, grow quivering concentric circles in your cup of tea. Your friend tells you he heard in Gaza fighter jets fly faster than sound and if…

  • haiku reflection on friends gone too soon

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    late summer morning wind tossed leaves drift on the pond couldn’t wait for Autumn 9-9-23