My husband's poetry

Category: regrets

  • Wake

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    I used to wake in the middle of the night, watch you fall in slow motion from the sky, unable to catch you. Did dreams and premonitions of death ever haunt you and wake you in the middle of the night? I wanted you to be happy and did not tell you my dreams. Now…

  • May Day 1971, Washington, DC

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    Talking to myself, I asked myself, do you remember that day in May, that day in 1971, fortified with cannabis, when you thought skinny-dipping out of a cherry tree into the Tidal Basin was somehow an act of incredible bravery and defiance against Nixon’s war machine. Covered in trash and muck you walked naked through…

  • Summer rain

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    in fading light on our front porch sit…read Thomas Hardy’s poems while rain drums tympany on the roof of my regrets 7-11-25

  • Up early

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    4 am, up early, I have things to do before I drive a friend to breakfast, help him get in an out of his wheelchair so he may see old friends, visit old haunts and see the waitresses he used to flirt with and who flirted back. I wish I could do more; I wish…

  • Because I wasn’t paying attention

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    because I wasn’t paying attention I set my favorite coffee cup down on thin air because I wasn’t paying attention sipping morning coffee will never be the same because I wasn’t paying attention I sweep shards of fired clay to throw away 11-7-22

  • Listening to the BBC

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    Glenn was an adolescent cool boy We met In seventh grade band He was smarter than me Played clarinet better than I played trombone In science class, we learned Descartes Tortured animals in the pursuit of knowledge _____ My friend would tell stories of tying cats tails together Lighting them on fire to watch them…

  • once upon a time

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    He knew she knew that he knew they both knew They were wanting and willing So he left Because he knew He was not capable of love …just yet and he did not want to be Unfaithful to fairytales and myths of love He carried in his head and he did not want to wake…

  • CVA dreamscape

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    Since my stroke in September, meds meant to save me are jealous of my dreams. They no longer allow me to walk old neighborhoods hear singing in the park or voyage on rocket ships among the stars. I dreamed I heard a man beating his sons. They were screaming, begging him to stop and I…

  • Benevolence

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    You gave at home, in church, on the playground, at team practice and in fights after school. You gave in the backseat, at the office, the drunken party and for a worthy cause. You stole kisses, hearts and candy. You stole time, again and again and again. You threw it away. You disbelieved. You tried…

  • Savannah

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    He wanted to ride off into the sunset like Hopalong Cassidy always did, but he lived in the midlands And he had promised himself that he would retire someday to Savannah and riding off into the sunset Led into the mountains and mountains grow cold in winter and he feared he may die alone In…