My husband's poetry

Category: peace

  • The dream

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    I dreamed I was talking with a neighbor girl – a grade school classmate who I have not spoken to since high school. I asked her how her family and husband were doing and she broke down sobbing about Alzheimer’s and cancer. A group of our old grade school girls appeared to console her, gathered…

  • May Day 1971, Washington, DC

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    Talking to myself, I asked myself, do you remember that day in May, that day in 1971, fortified with cannabis, when you thought skinny-dipping out of a cherry tree into the Tidal Basin was somehow an act of incredible bravery and defiance against Nixon’s war machine. Covered in trash and muck you walked naked through…

  • hoping

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    hoping to preserve the illusion of permanence I spend all day sewing holes worn In the veil between worlds only for sleep to rend it back asunder 8-29-25

  • Aviary hymns

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    What is gone is not quite gone It lingers in the air ____ I’m searching for that first bird song Its memory somewhere deep inside Other birds sing in gardens But it’s never quite the same I’m searching for that first bird song Its memory somewhere deep inside ____ What is gone is not quite…

  • Walk gently

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    still water reflects morning sky autumn moss grows upon path new life hides in cold stone 12-13-22

  • Dance

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    to the prompt: Dancing ======================= Dance at the sock hop, the prom, the sweetheart formal. Dance in your bedroom alone in the dark. Dance to the memory of swirling, sweaty, young bodies. Dance when everyone has a partner and you’re the odd one out. Dance in the corn, the beans or fields of fluffy white…

  • storm haiku

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    remember after the raging storm – the greening comes to the garden 6-2-25

  • Christmas in Ukraine

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    I know brilliant things will come from children born from loving in a burnt out basement in midst of war …and that gives me hope 12-27-22

  • hope

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    yesterday, unable to wash the dirt of my youth from my skin I put on cologne and clean clothes and hope no one remembers who I was today, I do not recognize the face in the mirror or the voice that mumbles morning prayers I undress, step into the shower, towel off, put on cologne…

  • Focus

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    Some days all you see is dirty brown pond water focus on the attribute of reflection green trees and blue skies 5-3-23