My husband's poetry

Category: trauma

  • Slapstick

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    11/05 – some call me Polly Anna, because I am still an optimist – it’s only a part-time avocation ————————————————- Buster Keaton turned slapstick into an art form, Excuse me while I go hurt myself and Try to walk away oblivious to pain Humor is only allowed, if you laugh at yourself Just another form…

  • childhood trauma

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    because my stuttering and speech impediment caused laughter in the classroom the fear of being laughed at is real and I never learned to dance but inside, I dance and swirl and everyone wants to be my partner 9-29-24

  • Asheville

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    water leaves muddy foot prints in the top most boughs of trees tomorrow tragedies will reveal themselves in debris fields of mountain streams splintered makeshift crucifixes festooned with corpses years of recovery and sunshine cannot resurrect 9-29-24

  • ellipsis of the soul

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    Who! Who! Who! 3 am, owl in the trees asks and I do not know. I do not like my dreams. The anger and fighting – everything unresolved. Who! Who! Who! 4 am, owl in the trees asks and I still do not know. Restless sleep. I remember failure, the young who died and we…

  • neurodivergence

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    For those of you (like me), who grew up before they did the proper testing, who realized late in life you were neurodivergent You learned survival skills escaping solitary confinement again and again and again. The scars never really heal. Often you wake with blood on the sheets of your dreams, catch your breath running…

  • Forever young

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    I remember Saturday nights scrapping with the guys; Sunday afternoons hanging out, Music on the stereo watching tv with the sound off, Talking ’bout what we gonna be When we grow up. Monday morning news Sunday, 2 pm, three teenagers shot dead Sheriff is investigating. Parents in shock; trying to remember Jakobe Fanning, Dre’Von Riley,…

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    Lowly and weakAssist meHelp me Omnipotent DoerShower meWith love 7-24-23

  • Two lifetimes ago

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    two lifetimes ago, returning from a lonely hike In mushroom mountains sat under a bush, light rain falling in the yard of a church I did not attend Johnny Cash sang about Sunday morning coming down on the radio of an idling car I left my body unburied, never returned and found a new one…

  • Childhood memories

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    They say a pruned tree bears more fruit. Did the tree ask to be more fruitful? Did it willingly submit? I have been pruned severely, whole limbs lobbed off, abandoned on a orchard floor. Some of my own choosing, some not. If I come for you with my pruning hook, tell me to shut up…

  • The burnishing

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    “My first counsel is this, possess a pure, kind and radiant heart” (Baha’u’llah) crow in woods torments squirrel at bird feeder neither of them will quit neither of them will win trauma of growing up love and hate relationships do not go away there is no finish line no final tabulation sum of victory and…