My husband's poetry

Category: hope

  • 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

  • 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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    cfblack
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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

  • I’m okay

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    Some days the noise of the city aggravates; some days the noise of the city invigorates. Siren’s wail fading in the distance means our neighbors are okay. The drone of a plane means someone is going somewhere and is staying safely aloft. Faraway hum of vehicles means folks are going to work. Whirl of mowers…

  • The Astrophysics of Mental Health

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    cfblack
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    He read that in the darkness between stars galaxies exist their brilliance obscured by bodies of light spinning closer to his perch in space and somehow this lifted his depression if only for a moment A fish rose out of the water flashed in the sun water dripping from its scales before splashing back into…

  • haiku of hope

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    high up on a branch unafraid its perch may break a crow croaks, caw, caw 12-6-24