My husband's poetry

Category: friends

  • After the flood

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    some days with some people I wonder if they meant prey when I thought they said pray and I quiver in the dark praying 12-16-24

  • Chicken Little

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    sky falls on red sundown red fox licks his lips blue Wednesday morning Henny Penny screams the end is near shades of trauma prism light x and y of politics, accidents of birth world spins red, then black and back to blue do not fear children’s fables in the dark, zombies eat their own let…

  • Unmoved

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    (a poem for Trans awareness day) in an overgrown garden half-hidden in the weeds a concrete statue of Mary stands unmoved and alone a point of meditation long forgotten the sun shines through the clouds in subtle pinks, blues and green lichen illuminates her face clouds return to block the sun her kindness gives me…

  • 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

  • Chocolate croissants

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    Sharing chocolate croissants with a friend, you count seconds between lightning and thunder, talk about safety in the coming storm. Jets from the airbase fly practice runs overhead, shake trees, grow quivering concentric circles in your cup of tea. Your friend tells you he heard in Gaza fighter jets fly faster than sound and if…

  • Turn your porch light on

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    we’re all human I don’t care about your labels liberal, conservative Boomer, X or Z stop the othering Christian, Buddhist, Hindu Pagan, Muslim, Jew black,white, pink or green gay, straight, transgendered stop the othering citizen, immigrant homed or homeless we’re all on a reunion path turn your porch light on walk each other home 11-5-23

  • highway 21

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    racing through the dark lightning strobes the road wipers slap windshield hazard lights ahead pull off the road only nineteen miles to go fear is not my modus operandi I race through the dark an invincible fool weaves through traffic I hope they don’t overreach their skill set and take me with them before the…

  • Waiting

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    freckled light through trees spinache souffle on a plate brown coffee in a cup waiting on a friend 9-15-23

  • haiku reflection on friends gone too soon

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    late summer morning wind tossed leaves drift on the pond couldn’t wait for Autumn 9-9-23