My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • hot August haikus

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    humid afternoon Cicadas sing…an owl hoots the woods is confused street ball on recess basketball on concrete court too damn hot to hoop children across the street laughing under lawn sprinkler why not an old man? 8-8-21

  • WHIMSY

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    In the wet of morning I walk among pages of clothing and furniture ads in search of articles to read I think poets could write better ad copy; we would dress it up in whimsy humor and verbs…lots of verbs Eyes would linger a bit longer on product examine the stitch and cut the faces…

  • New Orleans 2010

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    (edited to third person- maybe I’ll write a chapbook of memories referring to myself in third person) ======================= he walked all night in the French Quarter beignet sugar dust on his coat sat on a bench among the homeless watched the sun rise over the river listened to conversations as if he sat on a…

  • New Yorker haiku

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    morning came with rain new New Yorker magazine writing prompts inside 8-3-21

  • haiku hometown Sunday morning

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    hazy chill morning dog walkers, coffee drinkers Sunday on Main Street avoid all sermons pray for me and I for you church bells chiming, Come street sanctuaries worship wth a smiley face no napping allowed 8-1-21

  • fungal haiku

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    last night’s thunder storm knocked out our internet, but woke the wood wide web

  • haiku swelter

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    confused summer sky lightning on the horizon our yard sits in sun 7-27-21

  • Urban Sun

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    An urban sun does not smudge lipstick On the collar of the sky Leave glitter on shouldered landscapes It wakes under bushes in the park Bathes like Bathsheba on the roof Slides down a flagpole in the school yard Struts on Main Street Glistens sweaty on front stoops at midday Towards evening it disappears around…

  • The conjuring

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    She asked how high do you need to stack wood in the backyard fire pit before it is classified a bonfire and do you have to light it during a seasonal full moon (with a fancy name) before you shed your clothes before a conjuring of spirits before you dance in a circle chanting incantations…

  • haiku zen of lepidopterology

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    pollinators are oblivious to theories of time management butterflies do not take geometry in school point A to point B maybe the best way to find sweetness is not through but is the garden 7-23-21