My husband's poetry

Category: friends

  • Sometimes

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    Sometimes you rush off a quick email and wish you had waited Sometimes you let it sit all day and wish you had waited longer Often times it’s just insecurity and eternity is too short 1-25-23

  • Oscar Wilde Ekphrasis

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    “The Universe said, ‘Let me show your soul something beautiful.” (Aberjhani) each with a biscuit we sat for coffee hers was warmed mine was not _____ we discussed a collaboration for an exhibit in July each was excited for different reasons _____ the easy part is over now for the work hers to paint mine…

  • Up early

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    4 am, up early, I have things to do before I drive a friend to breakfast, help him get in an out of his wheelchair so he may see old friends, visit old haunts and see the waitresses he used to flirt with and who flirted back. I wish I could do more; I wish…

  • Definitions

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    They met in class, flirted, gave all the secret signs. No one made the first move. At the end of the academic year they went their separate ways. All summer she daydreamed about unrequited love. On hot summer nights he fantasized about unconsummated sex. 4-28-25

  • Sarah’s Man…Revisited

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    Today friend/poet/writer/publisher, Jerred Metz, celebrated his 80th birthday; I had the honor of composing and reciting a poem in his honor: ============================================== Sarah’s man has a voice made for radio, dances tall like no one is watching, still wears his hair long, says to call him Grumpy not Grandpa. Sarah’s man writes novels and poems,…

  • For lack of empathy

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    I don’t know why, but fifty years on I thought of you, tall lanky friend of my youth, we used to sometimes talk walking home from high school; me bombastic and loud, all full of myself; you quiet, deferential and shy. We never became close; you a confirmed loner me a loner, hidden beneath layers…

  • haiku in the park

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    when I stand in light my shadow among dead leaves always walks me home 3-3-25

  • Daylight savings

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    Last night, he dreamed he was playing goalie in a game of darts at a red neck bar and he refused to cry out Or go sit down because he wanted to fit in but he didn’t And he didn’t know how to tell them he only came here to find companionship and to drink…

  • Reading Anne Frank

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    I wonder what became of the family who hid Anne Frank in an upstairs room I wonder if one of my siblings or a childhood friend would have turned her family in and gloated as they were hauled away I wonder if I would have the strength of character to say, “No More” 1-29-25

  • The existential Putin

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    Sometimes you just have to disappear off the radar …and contemplate if you friends like you or fear you 6-25-23