Author: cfblack
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winter fire pit
Darkness sits on a park bench, puts on shoes, walks into the trees Three deer wander out to feed in neighbor’s’ yards Raccoon runs along the fence looking for an open trash can diner You stir the ashes, store chairs, go inside, take off your shoes ‘til morning 1-15-22
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haiku armistice
three mallards return but in two weeks geese appear to disturb the peace 1-15-22
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throat singing
I wish I could read bird scratches poems in the key of longing in mud along the shore among half-digested bugs and worms hunger’s wet droppings while listening to chirps of yearning sung deep in the throat I wish I could scratch cuneiform on muddy scraps of paper begging to be found 1-14-22
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Tread lightly on the ground
People of the dust Walking clay Beneath your feet Your forbears mingle there Holding you up Breathing history into pores of clay feet 1-13-22 Last Friday, I wrote and read this poem at the Park Circle Gallery in North Charleston for the opening exhibition of work by Artist, Pascale Bilgis, called, ‘Little Flat People.’ The…
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Sunday haiku
army of rain drops marching west to east in trees rattle grows louder 1-2-22
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Happy Gregorian new year
After midnight You celebrated a new beginning You made resolutions You vowed to do better, To change Every breath Is a new beginning Why wait another 365 days To live your best life? Do it, now! 1-1-22
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Berry picker
Wet winter walk Sunny spring remembrance Berries thick upon the bush Pick the easiest to gather Eat the plump and ripest ones When the easy harvest is done Reach among the thorns For the tart, the tiny, almost ripe Grateful for a hint of sweetness Held in bloodied hand 12-30-21
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haiku for mythic warmer weather
December heat wave Helios flirts with nymphs while… Persephone twerks 12-28-21
