My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • 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…

  • The color blue

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    in dappled shadows I sit breeze wicks my sweat without sunlight shadows would not exist thinking how blue is Jasmine’s favorite color It’s too soon to look up at the sky 7-1-25

  • Poem for a young friend

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    I sleep restless and sometimes dream about what I might have become, if I had taken the other path. That path still forks out before me, but I have grown content with this life and it no longer calls my name. Come, sit with me for coffee; we will listen for your name on the…

  • Salat

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    “I’ve been knocking from the inside.” Rumi seventy years, I have been looking high and low for myself and I was here all the time admiring the moon adrift in the lake dying of thirst too proud to kneel down and drink 12-23-22

  • Christmas in Ukraine

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    I know brilliant things will come from children born from loving in a burnt out basement in midst of war …and that gives me hope 12-27-22

  • Cut flowers

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    “And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave” (Rolling Stones) cut flowers in a vase already dead we keep them only until their death can no longer be denied and throw them in the trash because they will not grow it seems strange to gift my lover a bouquet, because she enjoys the…

  • 4 poems on 1-22-23

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    01/22 – today is a day for reading and daydreams and capturing short unnamed snippets of poems that swirl around me #1 A young boy never sees a tree he doesn’t want to climb in his neighbor’s yard, the county courthouse grounds, grandma’s house, the gorilla enclosure at the zoo An old man looks for…

  • Loving a rescue dog

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    Love lived in dog years ends Before you are ready for it to end So you foster another dog Try to break bad habits Their previous owners couldn’t You use a kennel, put them on a diet and Maybe it works But still, love lived in dog years ends Before you are ready for it…

  • 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

  • The burnishing

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    “My first counsel is this, possess a pure, kind and radiant heart” (Baha’u’llah) crow in woods torments squirrel at bird feeder neither of them will quit neither of them will win trauma of growing up love and hate relationships do not go away there is no finish line no final tabulation sum of victory and…