My husband's poetry

Category: friends

  • Kindergarten Ned

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    I thought of you today who you became and if you are still alive The green army man we took from class to play with at recess Lost him in the grass we looked all recess but he stayed hidden Our promise not to tell of our theft and the lost green man in the…

  • 11/11 – Dream π r²

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    You cross bridge after bridge go from island to island looking for the friend You sit in cafes walk neighborhoods hang out on park benches You stroll through galleries listening for the rhythm of the artist’s heart Once, you thought you saw the back of their head but you lost them in a crowd Like…

  • She

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    poem for a friend ======================== She is a lucid dreamer small and lithe as the cat asleep on her bed She is an awakening dancer She runs until She hurts She has been broken and will break again She is a healer looking for a healer She is fiercely courageous fiercely loyal and fiercely afraid…

  • Coaching Soccer on Elysium Fields

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    I still think of you and wonder if I had been home when you came by and if we had talked, things might be different but I wasn’t home and we never spoke Last night, I watched an artist paint a skeleton face on pavement at a street festival and had to leave because you…

  • Amplified

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    (This is for all the poets, singers, dancers, actors, artists and mimes who step beyond their comfort zones and share) This is not rocket science you’ve been preparing for this all your life Remove your exterior gown sit naked at the dressing table turn it inside out Examine the weave of cloth the stitching that…

  • The quietude of wet

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    3 am, dishes washed clothes in dryer butter in coffee come sit and watch night from my porch smell the wet of moldy leaves damp soil and warm coffee the frost of autumn comes late in the South and that’s okay light rain drips – sparkles in trees asphalt can’t suppress crushed stone’s glisten only…

  • Waiting

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    in the dusk before dawn fog halos street lights water drips from trees two students wait on corner for the school bus to come I wait for a friend to stop by for coffee rain waits for no one 10-29-19

  • FaceBook Columbia

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    Stop by sit and watch the leaves turn golden before they fall to ground Call ahead I will make fresh coffee we’ll discuss life and the issues of the day No one will troll us grinding their ax with regurgitated conspiracies no one can hack us we’ll talk quietly and try to understand Just you…

  • Bentz’s birthday party

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    On Bentz’s 66th birthday we stood under umbrellas in the rain black plastic covered music speakers Red Shack Pickers played on a covered stage On Bentz’s 66th birthday no one danced barefoot in the mud but a frog leaped about in wet grass and disappeared under the stage On Bentz’s 66th birthday some gave up…

  • Coffee

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    Coffee drips slow in pot Coffee rich and brown Coffee fragrant on tongue Coffee from yesterday beeps in microwave Coffee on cold morning’s in Mom’s kitchen Coffee at Grandpa’s table with sorghum on crackers Coffee spills on your shirt rushing to work Coffee stains on book covers Coffee late night study buzz Coffee the rattle…