My husband's poetry

Category: poetry

  • plastic beach haiku

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    06/30/24 – laughing, squealing kids front yard inflatable pool Summer plastic beach

  • night rhythms

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    7/13/24 night rhythms all night long tree to tree call and response life calling to life I am here, come find me

  • ‘Where For Art Thou, Black & Decker’

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    07/13 hum of mower across the street sounds like hot summer Saturdays preparing my father’s lawn for Sunday whine of weed eater trims his fence no getting down on knees cutting by hand childhood Sunday memories may have been fonder if my hands did not have blisters …my sunburned neck reeking of Noxema

  • ‘Bare Feet on Cool Concrete’

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    07/11/24 along tree top boulevards sunrise dances its happy dance leaves pirouette and dip flashing light and shadows siren screams get out of my way I’m coming through rush hour drones on it has work to do northern cardinals and Carolina wrens trill in the distance no lost causes disturb their songs

  • ‘The Day After Sunday’

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    07/08/24 listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’ll wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot

  • ‘Song of the South’

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    7/7/2024 Abandoned husk lies at my feet. Cicadas drone in trees, “The more I sing,” they say, “The closer I am to leaving.” “Come find me and let’s procreate before I become another abandoned husk.”

  • ‘4th of July’

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    7/6/2024 Cousin Billy lived across the backyard fence. We’d play army in the Summer, crawling through bushes and back yards our parents did not own. Both of us wanted to be Vic Marrow so we took turns in charge of our combat platoon. High school came and went. Billy went off to Vietnam, came home…

  • ‘Saturday Cool’

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    06/29 long shadows dappled shade jay flashes blue on fence robin and cardinal call in green morning cicadas sing descant high overhead I count my blessings on knuckled hand sip my coffee dry and go inside before heat sucks the cool from the day

  • ‘Promise’

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    We drift, caught in a river of time. Each moment a verse waiting to be written. Each breath an enjambment, a bridge between what is and what will be. A promise of new beginnings in the spaces between. (Writing from the prompt: Enjambment) 6/12/24

  • Reading Sylvia with Rain in the Forecast on Friday Afternoon

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    sitting in the side yard reading Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath on a Friday afternoon light breeze sways upper limbs of trees shadows dance is it mottled sunlight or mottled shade does it matter I’d like to tell her it will be alright but she wrote in permanent ink shroud poems woven with anguished threads…