Category: Death & Afterlife
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Ode to a garden spider
October night Congeals jelly spirit Do you sleep Or just slow down? Morning light warms Swollen joints and jaws Death shroud wrapped Night fliers Invade dreams Await brunch Go suck the juice Of living day 10-5-21
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haiku meditation of a dead branch awaiting rain
tired limb begs the rain to send Kevorkian winds end this dangling death 9-20-21
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poem for a friend
If you don’t die first grief will follow you Today, you think the lucky go first Tomorrow, you may think the lucky go last Either way death follows us all Turn around and embrace it 9-6-21
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3 haikus while meditating on friends old and new who are standing at the door or waving from the next room
in early morning before light gathers you in cast your shadow long long before it’s cold some leaves grow tired and lie down in the midst of green prayers for a friend bitter taste lingers on tongue a cup of dark roast 9-2-21
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Dog day dancer
This morning, I found you Body art by Cezanne Trying to tap dance The bottom of the sky I turned you over with a stick You turned back to dancing Where no floor exists I listened as you called In the middle of the night In shadows of daylight Singing in trees Did you find…
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Buffalo sauce
I sip water to wash away The taste of Buffalo sauce in my mouth I thought I liked it, but I don’t Maybe, it is better to eat grilled tenders plain Than contaminate my breath with Chemicals mixed with food coloring Lately, everything takes like metal What that means I don’t know Maybe, I’m sick,…
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For my cousin, Tammy
twelve hours through mountains close by the river that drains a continent a brood of geese gather to say goodbye to the blue heron that waded the shallows I sit on my porch wishing I could journey over this eastern divide sit among the geese remember the blue heron before I migrate home 7-19-21
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nothing personal
If I don’t call back It’s nothing personal You see I have an appointment with death I’ve turned off the ringer On my phone I don’t want reminders disturbing My nap or planning my day It doesn’t mean I don’t care It just means I’m busy Leave a voice mail Or short text If it’s…
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wool gathering at 4am
I thought I saw you across the room sitting alone in your hat. I tried to catch your eye, but you never looked up. I pushed back my chair to go over, say hello and ask about mom, When I realized you’re four years gone, you got up and left without finishing your meal. 7-1-21
My husband's poetry 