My husband's poetry

Category: flowers

  • home

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    Yellow and pink flowers, red camellias, Bright green pine needles on the end of a bough, Turtles sun on mud bank, Heron flies into the morning, Grey tabby stalks in tall grass Wind in trees tell me to stay 2-23-23

  • Mindfulness

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    Between bare boughs blooms morning glory blue and wispy clouds of angel breath. Winged silhouettes on thermals. You adrift below them on a bench. Their shadows chase along the ground. 1-3-25

  • 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…

  • Wednesday morning

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    City trucks out early gathering piles of leaves trees discarded After hiding from rain for two days tree dancers scurry and swirl in search of calories Mallards have left the pond their honeymoon over Flowering bush in the park refuses to give up on beauty A day or two in the sun and dry clatter…

  • haiku for refugees

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    desolate Autumn cannot prevent frail beauty rising up its head 12-1-22

  • On the Eastern edge of central time

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    cfblack
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    sun bright, rise up sky blue, morning wake shadow long, grass green lilac pink, dandelion yellow lift wing, bird sing dove coo, roof top crow caw, tree pine wind soft, wind cool coffee brew, coffee warm coffee sip, morning good 5-20-22

  • Clover

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    clover blossoms fresh picked flower necklaces childhood memories searching for four leaf clover honey bees and bare feet momma pull the stinger out 4-17-22

  • 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…

  • The grooming of Daisy

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    Because they wanted Daisy to grow up straight, They displayed her in the front window And turned her inward If she leaned into the sun When her roots outgrew the pot They transplanted her in a flower bed And there she flourished until a passing stranger Pulled off her petals one by one, playing loves…

  • haikus in still life

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    in a pretty vase waist deep in sterile water compost pile calling cut flowers gasping tap water from kitchen sink trying not to die objectified pose beauty captured in full-bloom before their wilting 11-13-21