My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • The culvert

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    We followed a stream through a wooded ravine that ended at the mouth of a large culvert in a hill Inside, we walked ankle deep in water and stopped stooped over in half light staring into a deep pool You picked up a stone threw it in and waited to hear it hit bottom; our…

  • Haiku Spring

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    months before they hatch envision flashing neon dragonfly bi-planes 3-25-22

  • Waking

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    …you are a tuning fork, a singing bowl, strings pulled taut over hollowed wood, a wind chime in your mother’s open kitchen window waiting for the morning breeze. 3-20-22

  • The last fast

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    Days of malaise days of no energy days of frequent naps days waiting for the sun to set Maybe it’s the aging out of an obligation to fast maybe it is feeling old maybe it is being old maybe it is coming out of two years of pandemic isolation maybe it is all of these…

  • the cloven path

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    Where two paths ran through kudzu vines both appeared the same You couldn’t jog both and chose the smoother one Dewy footprints betrayed your passing you’ll run the other one tomorrow Meanwhile, you’ll tweet on Twitter how when given a choice You remembered Bob Frost and jogged the path not rutted 3-9-22

  • paper airplanes

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    I used to covet paper to fold into a perfect plane bend its wing to the warm air Try to sneak mom’s good paper outside onto the porch without her seeing Reams of paper at my disposal to fold and toss into the wind and I forgot how to dream 3-7-22

  • turtle haiku 2022

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    turtle on a logcontemplating the morningpoised to flee away 2-24-22

  • Life unseen

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    spawning bottom feeders dance mud swirls on surface of pond, whoo-ing owl asks questions of the woods, leaf blower drones two blocks away, car doors slam, dogs bark close and far, trucks groan on distant interstate, birds query from bush to bush, fighter jets roar in overcast sky, sirens cry on ferry road, yellow dust…

  • Kyiv couture

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    Dressing up in Kevlar and gas masks, Combat boots and fatigues, Window dressing of diplomatic posturing, Advertisements for economic sanctions, Rose red liquid bouquets Arrive by air and land, Candlelit dinner dates of canned rations Are all the rage this Spring 2-23-22

  • Beyond the trees

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    Beyond the trees daylight lingers But does not wait for me 2-23-22