My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Day old Tang

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    On the western edge of Eastern Time Pink and lavender clouds curtain the horizon You race west into the sunset Before your cell phone clock Back flips into Central Time You haven’t bothered to calculate the spin And tilt of the earth, the angle And slope of the road or the speed of your car,…

  • an overdue poem for a friend

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    How long did the tree stand stoic and strong before the crack, the fall, the thud, the tearing at surrounding trees on its way to ground? If I knew today was your day to fall, would I have come the day before stand next to your trunk or climb up and sit awkwardly in your…

  • Sunday

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    Sitting on your porch reading a magazine and you want to Google the veracity of a statement and you can’t. Sitting on your porch reading a magazine and you want to Google the veracity of that statement, but you’re too damn lazy to go inside and get on your computer and you don’t. Sitting on…

  • space station roulette

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    What if, while up in the space station Russia and the US decide to come to blows and one side decides the cost of winning or losing is too much to bear and nuclear war breaks out? When the occupants of the space station return to their dead planet, do they choose up sides, again…

  • among rocks

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    run without restraint into the wilderness without the limp of insults to this body sit among rocks – comforted and comfortable watching for stray dogs and feral cats to see where they run, where they go where they find shelter from the rain

  • The gospel of Lazarus

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    Before turtles come to sun upon the bank Before heron stalk shallow water for fish Before flocks come to feast on scattered bread Rise up, walk along the shore of sleep, Pour caffeine libations among the reeds Before the rain returns, again 8-23-22

  • Night stand

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    I saw an article about the planning of the funeral for the queen of England and she’s not yet dead. And I thought funerals are for the living, the almost living, the almost dead; survivors or rather temporary survivors filing past a casket or urn sitting on a night stand dressed up with an embroidered…

  • rainy day haiku

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    overcast morning flashes of light still splash up raindrops on water 8-25-22

  • Time voyeur

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    Late at night, when no one is up, But insomniacs and crazy old men I surf the internet for old movies frozen in time Always with the sound off So no one wakes I marvel as their craft Slowly fades from grainy celluloid It doesn’t matter to this time voyeur If they died famous or…