My husband's poetry

Category: to a prompt

  • Mini-ice-age

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    (The prompt for a monthly workshop I host was ‘Sediment’. I don’t often do rhyming poems, but as I wrote my poem several rhymes appeared naturally so I went ahead and made the rhyming scheme uniform.) Beneath the sky As ancient whispers blow cold, Glaciogenic breaths take hold, Mountains carved with frozen scars, Etched by…

  • In the garden

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    Poem written to the prompt, Kindness, for a workshop I host. ========================================== In the stillness of the soul kindness whispers softly, no act too small, no word too meek, sacred echo of the heart, song of the Divine, balm for sorrows, guide for the weary, hearts that are torn; binds the broken wing, strengthens the…

  • Jenga romance

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    Poem written to the prompt, Demolition: ‘Jenga Romance’ Every morning, they took out knives, and hand-crafted Jenga blocks, stacked them on the table until they had a classic set. Every evening, they took turns in a game of demolition. She texted him from her office to make his move. Tired of the ruse that the…

  • Fourteen lines

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    Poem written for a workshop I host; the prompt was Nature: Because I refuse to count my beats And play with rhyming schemes These fourteen lines will never be A fucking sonnet nature poem Carolina wren song ascends Clear notes welcome in the day Dew sparkles during morning prayer Soon it may become ice crystal…

  • Streaming Therapy

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    From a prompt – Odds and Ends A popular TV therapist said you need to organize your life, and diagnosed After COVID Clinical Depression– advised you to clear out your closets, take bags of clothes and old furniture to Goodwill, deep clean the refrigerator, kitchen, and garage, discard your old meds and all the bottles…

  • Broken Oneirocritic

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    before this riddling premonition nonsense descends into madness I apologize in advance for not deciphering in time dreams of your departure and mine 10-25-23

  • Shout of blue

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    blue wings dip and soar above reflected sky flit from red to yellow to green leaves back and forth back and forth and back, again are they playing or courting? maybe both scolding voice, passerine cousins of crows, their only flaw 11-5-23

  • In the garden

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    My poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was, ‘Philosophy of Life.’ ‘In the Garden’ ((the prompt was: Philosophy of Life)) This fleeting moment, life – travelers, passing through. Each breath, a whisper, each step, a dance. No destination, the journey is the goal. The universe conspires with love – let go…

  • Judgment day

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    (to a prompt) skies dark, air still, shivers sweep an ancient hill. whispers rise, fade away, shadows creep on Judgment Day. no place to run, no space to hide, truth revealed, no masks or pride. time stands tall, debts come due, every soul reflects what’s true. scales tip with deeds and lies, hope soars, dreams…

  • Blotto boy

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    the prompt was ‘Drunken Scalawag’ He stumbles through midnight mist, bottle clasped in weathered fist, boots torn, shirt askew, a scalawag with nothing to lose. Eyes aglow like stars gone mad, laughs at dreams he never had, sings a song, sharp and sweet, the rhythm of his happy feet. Tavern calls, streets spin, wagers life…