My husband's poetry

Category: Illusion

  • How to Survive a Conversation with a Narcissist

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    Tell me your requirements for love and I will tell you that is not love. 12-20-23

  • The heretic

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    standing in the cold beating on the door begging for someone to open the door gives way and falls forward you were knocking from inside 12-19-23

  • a breeze

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    a breeze gently undulates blue sky reflections and shadows along the shore almost unseen barely felt on skin real as sin reassuring as grace 10-19-23

  • morning of two suns

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    sun rises on a neighbor’s upstairs window and through trees above the chicken coop for one brilliant moment I squint into the glare of two suns and feel blessed 10-15-23

  • On the edge of night

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    dawn paints green trees color of the sun afraid to abandon warm water vapor rises up haunts pond’s surface slowly disappears in cool air Autumn’s first leaves drift by unafraid of ghosts 10-9-23

  • circles

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    on a chilly, sunlit morning the surface of the pond reveals what I do not know circles in reflected sky moving towards shore let me know it was here 10-8-23

  • …As

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    if gravity flowed up mountains would grow impossibly high clouds covered in mud dirty as my shoes before a Saturday night shine slick, stone, valley waste lands sharp as glass beneath our feet oceans dry as a bone Noah’s ark drifting off in space 9-24-23

  • For a friend

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    For a moment, I thought I saw you in the grocery store parking lot getting out of your car. You turned and smiled. I started to call out your name, when I remembered you’ve been gone over a year and I don’t believe in ghosts (not even the friendly kind). But for moment, I thought…

  • Carousel pony

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    “And Merlin said quietly, “Because I am wise. In the combat between wisdom and feeling, wisdom never wins.” John Steinbeck _____ Dinosaur bones in need of a good story St. George appears, slays dragons, becomes a superhero, patron saint, a pundit for cable news, a priestly knight jousting on a carousel pony never unhorsed, never…

  • Moonscapes

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    “We are the space between the fish and the moon.” Rumi Some nights, the moon lights my way through the dark, but when it wanes it becomes a sword to wage war with the world Other nights, it’s a child pulling at a mother’s heart or just a rock broken from a bigger rock and…