My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Fresh cut flowers

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    Bouquets of roses Fresh cut Look alive But are dead Sit on tables In pretty vases Wait for The compost pile Admired By the living A funeral parlor’s Sweet fragrance 6-2-25

  • haiku rinse

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    moss glows fertile green birds sing the morning awake woods drip last night’s rain 5-30-25

  • Loving a rescue dog

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    Love lived in dog years ends Before you are ready for it to end So you foster another dog Try to break bad habits Their previous owners couldn’t You use a kennel, put them on a diet and Maybe it works But still, love lived in dog years ends Before you are ready for it…

  • haiku for the mycelium within

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    deep within hard ground something desires to be free open up, let it out 5-29-25

  • Heroes

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    I honor heroes I never met Those who sank beneath the waves and never quite made it to shore Those who did not survive their last stand and no one remained to bury them Those who suffer in silence and no one knows their pain I honor you even though I do not know your…

  • Wars and rumors of wars

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    Goose Pond is loud this morning. Resident geese don’t want to share. Homeless geese land on the far shore. Threats are honked back and forth. Honking cries escalate. Necks straighten and lean. Combatants close distance. Visitors retreat, rise up and fly. War averted this morning. Where there is unused, open space and unfilled needs, the…

  • Goose pond

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    Every year I watch you from across the pond put on a green coat, wave your hands in the sky, stand summer strong in the wind, don yellow and autumn gold, go naked for a winter bath, before you dress for spring, again. Do you watch me come each morning, prayers on finger tips slowly…

  • Estranged

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    morning prayers in the park anole in bright green bush steps out on fence rail turns brown waits for breakfast to walk by you answer the phone “Hello” – anole freezes, turns, scurries back into the bush, disappears into green belated happy birthday wishes talk of life and poetry he reads you a poem he…

  • Birthday morning

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    watch water glisten just before it boils stir blue berries into a bowl of oat meal drink your morning coffee from a large blue mug put dishes in the sink take a shower sit on the porch listen to bird calls and wait for family to arrive 5-18-25

  • Seven questions

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    When did you stop looking up to find shapes in the clouds? When did you stop imagining heaven peeking through as light showers? When did you stop seeing who could swing highest in the backyard swing? When did you stop talking for hours with friends about your dreams? When did you stop calling in requests…