My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • On the Way to Ixtlan

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    Sunday dawned gloomy Steady rain on roof Met my friend, Jeff, for coffee Barista shows me picture of her new baby Talk of music and energy work Fist bump Lang as he walked by On the way home I buy Carol raspberry licorice And flowers from Whole Foods Good energy begins with kindness Above rain…

  • Dessicated dreams

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    mother’s unused canning jars sit on shelves in the garage dried fire flies in some it does not matter if it was a sibling or I who tried to capture light and forgot to let it loose before we were called inside it only matters that mother allowed us to use her precious canning jars…

  • 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

  • Love in the time of chess

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    take you time you may not have a thousand permutations on a theme left to make carelessness is not surrender it is suicide 12-20-23

  • sing songs

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    Sing songs of unborn stars In their birth a funeral pyre Life times of journey brought us their light Celebrate both while there’s time 10-21-24

  • In the garden

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    My poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was, ‘Philosophy of Life.’ ‘In the Garden’ ((the prompt was: Philosophy of Life)) This fleeting moment, life – travelers, passing through. Each breath, a whisper, each step, a dance. No destination, the journey is the goal. The universe conspires with love – let go…

  • Bogeyman Boogaloo

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    (some James Whitcomb Riley channeling) Hush, little darlin’, don’t you cry, The Bogeyman won’t catch you and not I. He hides in shadows, dark and sly, A nice, warm, cozy bed our alibi. Close your eyes, my precious dear, Bogeyman can’t come near. Dream of stars, crystal clear, In our love, there’s naught to fear.…

  • Silhouette in the Sun

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    she sat by the open window her breasts uncovered reading Anais Nin he sat on the floor in the corner with a notebook perfecting his impersonation of Henry Miller writing a pulp fiction novel when the semester ended and the rent came due she moved home to her parents he moved to the coast and…

  • Tuesday

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    sunny day in the park, no rain, all day recess children on the basketball court two more picnic by the pond oblivious to politics, pundits, stock market, the price of oil, if America was, is or will ever be great childhood spring break happy to be away from school 4-2-24

  • woods walking

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    I want to tell you you do not need to be cultivated to be beautiful I want to thank you for your wildness, your beauty freely given 4-10-24