My husband's poetry

Category: poetry

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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

  • 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…

  • 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

  • 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…

  • 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…