My husband's poetry

Category: Family

  • 4 poems on 1-22-23

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    01/22 – today is a day for reading and daydreams and capturing short unnamed snippets of poems that swirl around me #1 A young boy never sees a tree he doesn’t want to climb in his neighbor’s yard, the county courthouse grounds, grandma’s house, the gorilla enclosure at the zoo An old man looks for…

  • The last big freeze

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    New Year’s Day, high overhead behind partly cloudy skies jets rumble. On muddy banks turtles return to sun. Dark shells absorb energy, waken dreams of summer. Unbeguiled by a change in the weather, I mourn the ones that did not make it through the last big freeze and the citizen survivors of another missile attack…

  • how many

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    how many generations of evolved fish only swam the surface near shore before the first one dared walk on land 12-31-22

  • Salat

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    “I’ve been knocking from the inside.” Rumi seventy years, I have been looking high and low for myself and I was here all the time admiring the moon adrift in the lake dying of thirst too proud to kneel down and drink 12-23-22

  • happy holidays

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    (Someday I will get these in the order they were written.–cb.) ‘Tis the season of gifts, food and Santas jangling Salvation Army bells Watching ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas,’ An American Tail and New holiday movies that become memes overnight Bags of toys that break too soon (batteries not included) NBA, NFL and bowl games on…

  • Dreaming prime numbers 7,919

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    You climb Your favorite neighborhood tree from childhood. You climb until you can see Beyond the trees and houses of your neighborhood. Your neighbor does not want you in their tree And neither does dad. They call up through the branches. You stay still until they leave. On the way home, you rehearse a story,…

  • Psalm of praise

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    In the beginning There was the word and it was poetry …..ET call home, Be wakeful and watch the sky *(Say) This morning is holy **(Say) This morning is holy Stars have fallen from the heavens, All the bell towers have gone silent, The thief in the night has come and gone and we are…

  • Cassie’s hat

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    sunrise, thirty degrees, take your blood pressure meds and crawl back in bed 9 am, put on Cassie’s hat, grab coffee in a blue cup and walk to the park watch mallards rush to safety on the other side of the pond as you approach return from the park, your father’s voice demands to know…

  • a holiday party poem

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    Something at the holiday party didn’t agree with your stomach. Maybe, it was the store bought cheese dip in the fondue pot, or Costco Swedish meatballs boiling in a bottle barbeque sauce or The fancy triangles of deli chicken salad on crustless white bread. Whatever it was, now you find yourself waiting in line to…