My husband's poetry

Category: dreams

  • mysteries of the deep

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    last night you dreamed mysteries of the deep the wheeling of stars across the sky the peace of waves breaking on the shore woke you you thought for a moment you should ask your partner to rollover and stop snoring but decided you prefer the peaceful crashing of the sea and fell back to dreaming…

  • Why is Floyd pink?

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    You dreamed about the ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ and remembered how you wanted to know why Floyd was pink and you thought who cares about the dark side of the moon if you can’t see it and you remembered how you hid dirty clothes under your bed because your mother didn’t want to see…

  • school maze

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    I wander hallways looking for classroom doors of teachers who believed in me even when I didn’t, who kept trying to encourage even when I was disrespectful, who tried to mitigate my angry spirit even as I called them names, but all the doors are closed and locked, and the teachers have all gone home;…

  • First of August

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    In the half dark after prayer lost in meditation I fall back asleep and wake to mom calling from the kitchen, “Who left the milk out?” I can’t decide whether to admit my guilt or pretend I’m still asleep and hope one of my siblings takes the blame. 8-1-22

  • haiku hotness

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    asphalt burns your feet day dream hot sandy beaches location matters 8-5-22

  • small town Norma Jean

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    cfblack
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    I have a friend with a body electric Curves geometry theorems cannot define She wants to be famous And once acted in a vanity film, The director and his band of mighty men Covered in fake gore She gets calls for after hour non-speaking roles Complains when her body is all he sees Falls asleep…

  • The dream

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    I dreamed I was talking with a neighbor girl – a grade school classmate who I have not spoken to since high school. I asked her how her family and husband were doing and she broke down sobbing about Alzheimer’s and cancer. A group of our old grade school girls appeared to console her, gathered…

  • Poem for a young friend

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    I sleep restless and sometimes dream about what I might have become, if I had taken the other path. That path still forks out before me, but I have grown content with this life and it no longer calls my name. Come, sit with me for coffee; we will listen for your name on the…

  • 21st Century Mother Goose

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    last night, you dreamed of a mud dauber wasp nest above the chamber door, papered corridors of babies waiting to bite, a Supreme Court packed with Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eaters and a blindfolded lady swinging her scale at a pinata filled with surprises (you hope she wins) 12-20-22

  • Tippy

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    When mom fell at home and broke her leg, she was moved to a rehab facility. We knew at 92 she’d never return home and suspect dad knew, too. He insisted we move them into a facility where he lived on one floor and mom on another. Their little dog, Tippy, went to live with…