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,…

  • Oscar Wilde Ekphrasis

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    “The Universe said, ‘Let me show your soul something beautiful.” (Aberjhani) each with a biscuit we sat for coffee hers was warmed mine was not _____ we discussed a collaboration for an exhibit in July each was excited for different reasons _____ the easy part is over now for the work hers to paint mine…

  • Lang’s song about love

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    I wake with an earworm lying on my pillow singing, “Emily’s poems are gathering dust…” Silently, I repeat Ben Franklin’s, “The early bird gets the worm.” I have letters to write, events to plan and promises to keep. I tell myself to leave her poems alone, face the tasks at hand. Maybe tomorrow I’ll pull…

  • haiku for Edgar

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    black feathered roadkill a modern world casualty nevermore to speak 6-27-22

  • Wallace Stevens revisited

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    Empire in apocalyptic disrepair The end is near Soggy cone Drips ice cream down arm and chin Mother says, “Silly boy – throw it out, wipe your chin, there’s always more.” 6-26-22

  • Apologies to Kahlil Gibran

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    In the shade sat a prophet a spiritual superhero – so to say tired of a world always in travail tired of always being on call to work miracles they decided they no longer needed to work miracles and accepted death as their greatest miracle 6-25-22

  • the cloven path

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    Where two paths ran through kudzu vines both appeared the same You couldn’t jog both and chose the smoother one Dewy footprints betrayed your passing you’ll run the other one tomorrow Meanwhile, you’ll tweet on Twitter how when given a choice You remembered Bob Frost and jogged the path not rutted 3-9-22

  • conjunctions

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    last night, I dreamed verbs, nouns, adverbs, adjectives separate word rooms with conjunctions of connecting doors and corridors 1-17-22

  • throat singing

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    I wish I could read bird scratches poems in the key of longing in mud along the shore among half-digested bugs and worms hunger’s wet droppings while listening to chirps of yearning sung deep in the throat I wish I could scratch cuneiform on muddy scraps of paper begging to be found 1-14-22

  • The craftsman

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    He doesn’t miss a beat plays exactly as expected At the break You want to rearrange his kit force him to paint outside the lines 10-26-21