My husband's poetry

Category: poetry

  • 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

  • Understanding Robert Frost

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    (for Tim Conroy) Sometimes It’s good to take the road Less traveled Walk in woods Where no one goes Stand behind a tree And flop it out Because old men Need to pee a lot 9-17-21

  • Quatrains at 55 degrees

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    Cool, windless dawn Mist hovers over pond unwilling to leave Fish rise, kiss the bottom of sky Puckered ripples replicate to nothingness Cardinals call back and forth Squirrels churl and chase overhead Anoles and frogs are hunkered down Insects await the sun to speak I return to our yard with empty cup Sovereign lord of…

  • WHIMSY

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    In the wet of morning I walk among pages of clothing and furniture ads in search of articles to read I think poets could write better ad copy; we would dress it up in whimsy humor and verbs…lots of verbs Eyes would linger a bit longer on product examine the stitch and cut the faces…

  • poem for two dancers

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    In the space between the touch and spin the toe to ground the leap and dip the joy of dance How did you meet… online…through a friend… at church…the grocery… or a night on the town? In the joy of dance the leap and dip the toe to ground the touch and spin the space…

  • flee

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    I flee sharp teeth guard my back one leg anchored to a plow the other ready to run I’m a refugee fleeing oblivion the salvage yard, the fiery caldron the melting down, the disappearing once I had purpose now I’m only in the way taking up space in a shed developers will raze and haul…

  • praying to patriarchs

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    thread bare dress sinew and bone calloused feet on ground hands in air I have four kids, don’t call me lazy, I work three jobs, none pay a living wage I’m not your incubator to impregnate and leave I make ends that have no end – meet pay me a living wage and give me…

  • Born day keto quatrain

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    red stevia strawberry jam round waffle, square grid spiced, coconut flour confection ginger, mint tea chaser 5-18-21

  • haiku tercet after a rain

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    morning after rain sun jeweler cuts water hangs necklaces on trees neighbors leave for work yoga women count cadence geese squawk at nothing traffic roars awake school bus slowly squeaks to stop crow sits silent 5-4-21