My husband's poetry

Category: dreams

  • memory

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    Waking and sleeping braid together Not knowing or caring which is real I refuse to deny either one its dreams 2-1-22

  • now

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    Day after day You wait to live Your best life Hoping to win the lottery And some other fool Wins your dreams But still you wait …and still You lose 10-23-21

  • Ode to a garden spider

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    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

  • Covid dream poem

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    dark obsidian night of being sent to your room for something your emotions have no control over it’s not your fault or anyone else’s it just is to get away you climb a sugar maple in your neighbor’s yard because if you climb your mother’s trees she’ll use the belt to protect her trees from…

  • wool gathering at 4am

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    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

  • Riptide

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    bright moon pulls dreams and fears deep into cerebrospinal seas me in my yard, you in yours 4-30-21

  • Dream #1051

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    beach cottage dream salt air beauty sunrise walk walk until tired turn around walk back, again juxtaposed meditation against a tired voice that complains all the way home about never learning how to moderate this lonely life 3-20-21

  • spring cleaning

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    I slept in this morning, because Mom kept trying to contact me from her grave Pulling me back into a dream Laying on the guilt Something about Lent And spring cleaning the kitchen Dad was calling out Alice, leave the boy alone Turn out the light and come to bed But mom kept knocking at…

  • Alice and Chester

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    Lately, my parents have appeared in my dreams young from before I was born I wonder if they dream of me or dream of a better son Who didn’t push limits get in trouble and grew up to be rich and successful They seemed happy unencumbered by children with dreams of post-war America and prefab…

  • Erasing John

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    Believe in everything Until disproved Believe in fairies Myths, dragons All exists If in your mind Who’s to say Dreams aren’t real? 2-10-21 ** Erasure poem from this quote by John Lennon: “I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your…