My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • In the Garden

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    evolution dresses the flower in flirty colored petals endows it with unspoken cravings for visits of the bumbling bee the caress of butterflies upon erect stamens dusted pollen on pristine pistils gifted by anonymous one night stands 6-14-26

  • Acceptance

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    Some would say that love is for joy and when it stops being about joy, it ceases being love. But I say, “Love is for itself.” It gives and takes, caresses and abuses. It is the disease and remedy. We must swallow the prescribed medicine, because refusal is madness, acceptance the cure. You may ask,…

  • Ruins

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    The prompt this month for a workshop I host was – Ruins ‘Ruins’ Sometimes it’s an indentation in a mattress Goodwill will pick up in the morning. Where bodies once dreamed now silence sits between cups of coffee trying to remember the last conversation. Recriminations walk among walls of collapsed cathedrals of good intentions, and…

  • rescue dogs

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    Rescue dogs press ribs against chain link fences. Hunger grows fur and learns to whimper. Each carries a story written in mange, cigarette burns, missing ears, limps that predicted rain. When anyone lifts their hand too quickly, a brindled mutt hides beneath a plastic chair. Volunteers call them damaged, but the dogs still wagged their…

  • Barista Wipes Hands on Apron

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    Barista knows grief takes its sugar With small baptisms of steam and milk Places a blessing on the counter without spilling Affirms love is never sinful — With small baptisms of steam and milk She watches hands tremble toward warmth Affirms love is never sinful Even as sorrow stains the tongue — She watches hands…

  • Nest of leaves

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    sun bleached bench pine cone nests on leaves you think maybe a squirrel has hidden it in plain sight or maybe it fell in the night and landed there like you fell in the night and landed here neither of you had control over the decision to exist and neither of you has control over…

  • Ellipsis

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    Sometimes, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between signal and song. I say your name, the moment hesitates… a bird suspended in the grammar of air. The world stutters with wobbled gyrations… in the fragile delay I feel you. Silent promise, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between patience and devotion. 3-9-26 Tonight…

  • Life’s road

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    life’s road leads forward even Robert’s fork leads forward no u-turn no reverse gear run out of fuel, pull over and quit 9-10-25

  • Beach trip, May 2025

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    Eons ago, we traded wings for speech and legs to run and now we spend eternity regretting our choice. ____ On our last trip to the beach pelicans flew single file off shore. Seagulls hung in the air waiting for food to drop; shiny grackles brazenly stole food from wagon stashes of tourists. An attractive…