My husband's poetry

Category: beach/ocean

  • end of season

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    Summer came they sheared the dog went to the beach stripped naked or as close as the law allowed They hoped a shark would not catch them off shore – off guard, there would be less cloth to spit before it swallows they also hoped a shark would not catch them off guard – on…

  • Philia

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    The moon pulls at the sea. The sea responds. And so it goes back and forth never embracing. 8-19-25

  • 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…

  • the drowning

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    On the night of her death She happily chased The moon into the sea Embraced light dancing in the surf Body shrouded in seaweed Waiting for the moon to save her 7-13-22

  • mysteries of the deep

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    last night you dreamed mysteries of the deep the wheeling of stars across the sky the peace of waves breaking on the shore woke you you thought for a moment you should ask your partner to rollover and stop snoring but decided you prefer the peaceful crashing of the sea and fell back to dreaming…

  • Literacy

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    Seagull reads the wind Maybe adapts is a better word Ruminates in sun above sand Waits for you to drop a crust of bread Snatches it before it hits ground Beach buzzard roosts mid-air Awaits another accident of intent Because it amuses you You throw another piece in its direction And again, it does not…

  • Blue

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    Picasso paints a blue guitar, Blue flowers, blue ladies, an old man with a brown guitar Neck bent as if broken against a blue background Jared declares love is like living in a blue Delft porcelain cup Blue sapphires and bright diamonds on a blue couch, Pretending you were born with blue blood Carry a…

  • haiku of the moon

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    the shoreline has fled but I will wait here until ebb gives way to rise 12-26-21

  • Sea shell

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    Sound of the ocean Held to your ear Flowing tides in cochlea marshes Primordial rush of memories Back and forth…back and forth On your way up towards dry land 12-3-21

  • Oxymoron

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    This morning, you remember the drum fish you caught on the inter coastal waterway The captain threw it in a ‘live well’ to gut and fillet for dinner ‘Live Well’ is a strange name for a holding cell for the condemned 12-2-21