My husband's poetry

Category: poetry

  • King David’s ghost

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    King David, part poltergeist, part friend disrupts my Circadian Rhythm with Psalms thumping on repeat. “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” David, the thought of lying down in green pastures gives my chiggers. But still your pounding rhythm drones on and on; “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” David,…

  • Erasure poem

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    Reading the news, I thought I’d do an erasure poem with the Bill of Rights and soon I had an empty page. We need to take back and fill in the blanks with our rights before we forget we ever had them. Carve them on the backs of our hands and on our foreheads. Let…

  • A found poem

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    Despite Gravity Soaring The World Is Green Again Spring Watching the Small Sky Colored Butterflies Butterflies The Way to Jesus (listing of poems in the Table of Contents, Section IV, Despite Gravity by Marjory Heath Wentworth) 4-11-25

  • haiku while reading Rupi Kaur

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    a thousand kind words but you obsess on one slight I am poor at math 3-18-25

  • Translation

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    05/20 – sometimes I scan magazines articles to see if I want to dig deeper and they feel like poems – this is a poem I call Scan and Pick poem (in the order words occurred) from a New Yorker article this morning: multilingual childhood between languages find myself untrammelled lyrical linguists Ay-Speak unabridged original…

  • Translation

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    05/20 – sometimes I scan magazines articles to see if I want to dig deeper and they feel like poems – this is a poem I call Scan and Pick poem (in the order words occurred) from a New Yorker article this morning: =================================================== multilingual childhood between languages find myself untrammelled lyrical linguists Ay-Speak unabridged…

  • Standing at the Gate with Thich Nhat Hanh

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    above and below to your right and to your left life resonates you do not live in a vacuum stroll through air inhale the fragrance step mindful of what you crush to move forgive yourself for not remembering the sacrifice 6-16-23

  • highway 21

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    racing through the dark lightning strobes the road wipers slap windshield hazard lights ahead pull off the road only nineteen miles to go fear is not my modus operandi I race through the dark an invincible fool weaves through traffic I hope they don’t overreach their skill set and take me with them before the…

  • Saturday haiku

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    bookstore paradise Christmas carols overhead reading Walt Whitman 11-30-24

  • Poem before dying

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    Lorca wrote of roosters, of eating cemetery grass, of weeping little boys, of snow, of guitars, of murder, of women dropping off to sleep, of a resurrection that will never come, and he makes me weep. I write of barking dogs and feral cats, of trash on asphalt courts, of weeping little boys, of warm…