My husband's poetry

Category: Family

  • Harrison Butker

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    or The Somnambulant Man in the middle of the night (comatose for decades) View Post he woke up struggled to feed himself left his dirty underwear on the bathroom floor everyone and everything had gone on without him his kids had grown up his wife had grown independent his mother had died while inside he…

  • The Archaeologist

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    Inspired by morning coffee with a friend: Boxing up mother’s life for an estate sale, he wondered if all the perfume and cologne still smelled cheap or if they improved with age. He wondered, if there was a way to save unburned candles from the glass votive series that lined a shelf behind her chair.…

  • Joy’s messenger

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    twilight’s grace, shadows creep, beauty lies in death’s embrace, silent slumber, souls sleep. whispered sighs, secrets keep, fields of stars, a tranquil space, twilight’s grace, shadows creep. autumn leaves, a gentle sweep, vibrant hues, a final trace, silent slumber, souls sleep. veils of time, memories leap, eternal dance, through time and space, twilight’s grace, shadows…

  • 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…