My husband's poetry

Category: insects

  • dragonfly haiku

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    blue skeeter eater on a bush, sits next to me looking for breakfast 7-5-23

  • Mud dauber

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    because it heard your head is full of mush mud dauber swirls around your face looking for a way in to build a nest you do not swat you walk away and live to fight another day 6-30-23

  • Summertime

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    If you rise up before heat descends upon the day, insects still sing their high descant, while birds call back and forth, wake up, you’ve survived another night, there is work to be done. 6-29-23

  • Night stalks on cat feet

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    Late at night you sit on the porch. Distant low traffic drone harmonizes with high insect songs. Bare feet gather in sunlight from warm concrete. In the middle of the street the neighbor’s grey cat stands, stares up at an old man on a porch. If she weren’t so skittish, you’d invite her up to…

  • after the equinox

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    On the second day of Spring 2 Baha, 180 B.E. Offer a prayer for a friend having surgery Go to the gym Buy Carol a strong, large coffee on the way home Take a walking meditation in the park Bumblebees imbibe at the Azalea Bush Bar Turtles sun themselves on a muddy beach No mallards,…

  • Morning meditation

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    I hold my hands palm up, recite names of the Letters of the Living. count the Greatest Name on knuckles. Fly lands in my left hand. I don’t recall praying for companionship. 3-8-23

  • 3 haikus for Spring’s first bumble bee

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    levitates nearby Charles Barkley of insects how’s that damn thing fly? yellow/black fuzz ball respect given – not taken miracle of flight Tinker Bell ain’t real do not f*** with me and I will not f*** with you 3-3-23

  • Deep in the Detritus

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    Do you think the caterpillar in its cocoon upon the forest floor looked forward to being reborn with wings and sipping nectar through its nose. I much prefer their second life, but I cannot speak for them. 2-11-23

  • 21st Century Mother Goose

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    last night, you dreamed of a mud dauber wasp nest above the chamber door, papered corridors of babies waiting to bite, a Supreme Court packed with Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eaters and a blindfolded lady swinging her scale at a pinata filled with surprises (you hope she wins) 12-20-22

  • Battle of the Equinox

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    The pond grows strangely quiet, Geese and goslings fled weeks ago, Cicadas no longer sing of love, Sated bullfrogs sleep in, Turtles are not sunning on the bank, Fish refuse to break the surface, The heron has gone hunting elsewhere. Autumn equinox arrives tomorrow, Draws depression’s curtain and Reminds us night will overwhelm the day.…