My husband's poetry

Category: poetry

  • From my reading:

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    “Treasures lie hidden beneath the throne of God; the key to those treasures is the tongue of poets.” – The Bab I hope I can rise to this challenge. 12-12-23

  • Swimming Beyond the Reef with Anne Sexton

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    I read you incessantly. Struggle to find a way through your madness. Like a lifeguard I come up behind you; try to pull you to shore, but how do you save an expert swimmer who is committed to drowning? I tread water beside you. Watch for an opening in the rhythm of your thrashing. It…

  • Autumn tercets

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    clad in stealth mode daylight climbs in my window birds sing the sun awake sky goes gently blue wind collects distant reveille lays it on the porch coffee in a cup crock pot simmered all night beef stew for breakfast a chilly 45 degrees feels like camping weather put a sweater on 10-15-24

  • Empathy #19

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    In deep shadows empathy may fade Fractured world, in hues of gray, Lost echoes of choices made Tear-streaked nights, where dreams decayed, Heart’s whisper becomes a bray In deep shadows empathy may fade Mirrored in souls, reflections betrayed, The tapestry of kindness starts to fray, Lost echoes of choices made Yet in silence, a spark…

  • Dopplar reading in tercets

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    storms are in the forecast, crowding my news feed, lurking on the radar do deer know to hunker down, the squirrels to snuggle up, and birds to go to ground we will stay in our house, sitting on the couch, clicker in hand, hoping the internet does not go out 1-12-24

  • Charon’s boat

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    Poem from the prompt – affirmations: tapestry of thoughts symphony of self waltz of belonging reality’s architect sculptor of dreams molds clay of belief in mind’s quiet chambers affirmations take flight declare the dawn poet crafts verses Charon of fate navigates my crossing gardener of truth seeds syllables in psyche tends blossoms of faith 3-11-24

  • in the beginning

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    in the beginning (chiseled in free verse) was the word no acronyms needed for validation just their name was enough prophets did not write to form only flow of the word on the tongue 4-30-24

  • 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…

  • ‘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

  • ‘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