My husband's poetry

Category: for someone else

  • heirloom flowers

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    He wrote that summers he hayed the fields with his grandfather, walked the woods, looked for blackberries to pick, careful not to step in old root cellars, watched for hollyhocks that foreshadowed ruins of a farmhouse where a long dead farmer’s wife planted flowers by the door, while her long dead husband worked the fields…

  • Jimi

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    On a speaker overhead someone plays guitar Not like you But they play with passion Bending strings Until I think they may break And I wonder What you might have done If you didn’t burn So brightly that you melted away Too soon But then I thought if you didn’t Burn so hot I wouldn’t…

  • 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…

  • Heroes

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    I honor heroes I never met Those who sank beneath the waves and never quite made it to shore Those who did not survive their last stand and no one remained to bury them Those who suffer in silence and no one knows their pain I honor you even though I do not know your…

  • Above the tree line

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    (“I exist in two places, here and where you are.” Margaret Atwood) I built my cabin in the mountains. Friends bring me provisions. I cook them dinner. We talk until they are bored and descend again among the living. I remain alone to feed above the tree line pulling sustenance from thin air. 4-18-25

  • A found poem

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    Despite Gravity Soaring The World Is Green Again Spring Watching the Small Sky Colored Butterflies Butterflies The Way to Jesus (listing of poems in the Table of Contents, Section IV, Despite Gravity by Marjory Heath Wentworth) 4-11-25

  • Aerosol plume

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    (for my worry wort friend…) Often, I lie awake concerned about my peeing habits. Lid up or down when flushing? Over the years my wife has trained me put the seat back down after peeing, but I am lazy and often leave the lid up when I flush and lie awake, concerned about the impact…

  • Poem for a dead poet

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    Sometimes, I think of you and your mother crying at your funeral. She said the police told her you dozed off and never woke up. This gave her solace, because it would have pained her to know You laid awake all night crying for her to come save you. Last night, I woke up in…

  • Old friends

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    I heard yesterday from an old school friend she said she’s been with her wife since college and now I wonder if our 9th grade make out session was consensual or she was too afraid to say no or I was unable or unwilling to hear and I want to ask her and I want…

  • Gifting among the poor

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    In the sweater section of Goodwill She saw the ugly hand-knit sweater She gifted her best friend for Christmas 2016 She bought it for a dollar And gifted her best friend for 2024 So she’d have a matching set 11-15-24