My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

winter birds haiku

Dec 24, 2021

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cfblack

in Birds, haiku, holidays, Winter/ Cold

winter birds sing lowfrosted fence rail sparkles sunlightholiday gifting 12-24-21
after reading Yevtushenko haiku

Dec 21, 2021

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cfblack

in haiku, reading/writing, regrets

with backward glances we buildup pyres of regret face forward and live 12-21-21
holiday season haiku

Dec 20, 2021

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cfblack

in haiku, holidays

large pack on his back no reindeer pull homeless sleigh merry Christmas, y’all 12-20-21
Grey Day Meditation on the Collatz Conjecture

Dec 19, 2021

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cfblack

in humbleness, Illusion, math and numbers

you don’t know what you don’t know and that’s okay because omnipotence must hurt in ways that you don’t know what you don’t know and that’s… 12-19-21
Irreverent poem written from a prompt

Dec 14, 2021

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cfblack

in childhood, daily life, to a prompt, TV/movies/tech

12/14 – See and Hear ‘Teaching the Deaf to See’ On a blind date, Underdog must sniff ass ‘Cause Sweet Polly Purebred looks like Joan Rivers Olive Oyle’s voice is sandpaper on glass Popeye and Bluto fight over bones Tits and sass, Annette Funicello or Haley Mills Walt Disney fantasizes about Tinker Belle Epstein and…
Ear worms

Dec 10, 2021

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cfblack

in childhood, Fall, Family, rain

Rainy, autumn day Sixty years on And childhood admonitions still Burrow in your head “Go outside Don’t drip that on my floor!” You take your keto ice cream bar And walk to the park When you come back inside Mom doesn’t even say thanks 12-10-21
Talking with Mary

Dec 6, 2021

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cfblack

in immigrants, Racial & Social justice, spiritual

On the week before, the week before, the week before Christmas I haven’t shopped at Jared’s or Kay’s or Zale’s Because diamonds have more to do with blood than love, but I was talking with a friend Who said she walks to church each morning But does not go to mass She said she lights…
Sea shell

Dec 3, 2021

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cfblack

in beach/ocean, nature

Sound of the ocean Held to your ear Flowing tides in cochlea marshes Primordial rush of memories Back and forth…back and forth On your way up towards dry land 12-3-21
Oxymoron

Dec 2, 2021

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cfblack

in beach/ocean, Charleston, fish, reading/writing

This morning, you remember the drum fish you caught on the inter coastal waterway The captain threw it in a ‘live well’ to gut and fillet for dinner ‘Live Well’ is a strange name for a holding cell for the condemned 12-2-21
red leaves

Dec 1, 2021

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cfblack

in haiku, trees

red leaves…downfallenseemed more vibrant on the treesthe woods await Spring 12-1-21