My husband's poetry

Category: Family

  • Mama, Sing me a lullaby

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    4 am alpha wave music 432hz try to heal broken parts sleep can’t fix 6 am blueberries with oat meal and ground flax, try to flush the crap I need to let go 8 am walk in the park morning prayers try to create a quiet space outside of time 10 am go to the…

  • The Day After Christmas

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    ‘The Day After Christmas’ or ‘Keep Your Damn Reindeer Off My Roof’ On the day after Christmas our son-in-law, Jean, gets up early for work, Jasmine packs and drives back to Atlanta, Carol, Leah and our granddaughter, Naylah, return gifts of wrong sizes and spend gift cards on shoes, the chickens are fed and snug…

  • Dessicated dreams

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    mother’s unused canning jars sit on shelves in the garage dried fire flies in some it does not matter if it was a sibling or I who tried to capture light and forgot to let it loose before we were called inside it only matters that mother allowed us to use her precious canning jars…

  • 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…

  • grey day

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    grey day grey clouds grey birds grey attitude the world won’t change because you’re unhappy change your attitude become the light 12-4-23

  • Cartography of wild geese

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    morning epigraph: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” ― Mary Oliver ——————————————————– forage among lost souls for sustenance hope, maybe you will stumble upon a way out or maybe quietly follow someone down an overgrown path to an unlocked gate or maybe a bread crumb…

  • Thanksgiving leftovers

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    The house is asleep you go downstairs, make fresh coffee, check your fantasy football lineup. From the window you watch chickens stir in their coop and wait for the rest of the house to wake before you go back upstairs, to pack for leaving and hope you will be able to leave before the post-Thanksgiving…

  • Blowing in the wind

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    how many bridges burn with friends on the other side how many regrets with friends on the other side how many misunderstandings with friends on the other side before we run out of friends 11-11-23

  • F–k Henry David Thoreau

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    something, unseen, breaks the taut surface of the pond concentric rings reverberate towards the shoreline let’s me know I’m not alone 11-10-23