My husband's poetry

Category: to a prompt

  • Khamsin Kelpi

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    mischievous breeze strolls by shapeshifts your desire with kenspeckled hips in a flowered caftan you say sand is in your eye and look away embarrassed 5-31-22

  • Eclipse

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    modest moon robes the sun birds sing welcome to a second dawn I ask the voyeur, embered, eerie eye roll away the sacred stone let our star dance naked once again across the midday sky 11-12-25

  • Family Gatherings

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    poem written to the prompt ‘muted’ ================================ silent dawn, damp wind birds huddle on power lines quiet prayers, solitary walk drive under grey skies pull up in front of house greetings at the door pictures hung on pastel walls missing laughter and corny jokes muted ghosts in empty halls remind us you’re not here 10-27-25

  • Upon a hill

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    Upon a hill there stands a house, Windows gaze out softly on the farm, Dawn wakes quiet as a mouse. Furrows stitch fields like hems on a blouse Each row a hymn, each row a psalm, Upon a hill there stands a house. Winds over hay, a gentle spouse, Lingers warm, protective and calm, Dawn…

  • Dear America

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    Next week is Thanksgiving And I believe words that rhyme Should have similar meanings, but English language professionals won’t listen to me. Even though cobble and gobble share five letters They have little in common. To push my false belief and narrative I am forced to run for President in 2024. The Russians and Saudis…

  • Rhapsody in grief

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    songs of light strung across the sky fire reflected in the sea heartbeat drones on and on and on memories steeped in joy and pain no rules, no rhyme, no syncopated time rhapsody in blue and black grief played in mystic time songs of light strung across the sky 7-14-25

  • Dance

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    to the prompt: Dancing ======================= Dance at the sock hop, the prom, the sweetheart formal. Dance in your bedroom alone in the dark. Dance to the memory of swirling, sweaty, young bodies. Dance when everyone has a partner and you’re the odd one out. Dance in the corn, the beans or fields of fluffy white…

  • ambergris

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    (to a prompt) Belched up by adolescence on the shore of responsibility waiting for someone – anyone to find me. And divine that if they mix my stink with the fragrance of flowers their smell will linger longer on the skin of a wrist, a neck, between breasts. No one will know I am there…

  • In the garden

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    Poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was – stone’s throw: A stone’s throw away How big the stone? How strong the arm? If they were closer, Would they have stayed awake? Would they have begged him Stay a little longer? Would they have heard the Voice of God? Would the Kingdom…

  • Sycorax

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    Wisteria flowers hang full and beautiful in Spring but all Summer, Autumn and Winter they grasp and choke and choke and try to bring the tree down to its knees 4-1-25