My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • haiku for a lazy afternoon

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    Carolina wren warbles – gentle spring shower sizzles on blacktop 5-14-25

  • Advice for the artist

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    Gather mushrooms and berries in woods. Eat at a table with the poor. Walk among the brambles where no one goes. Crawl through the underbrush. The wolf stalks the well-tread path and the popular watering hole. 5-13-25

  • Rain

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    Friday it rained. Saturday it rained. Sunday it rained. All night it rained and rained and rained and rained some more. The ground is wet. The roads are wet. The pond is high. The river has burst its banks. The forecast is for rain with more rain and continued rain. I’m tired of rain, aren’t…

  • Rock stars and groupies

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    (Poem written to the prompt, Cicadas) screaming in the night over here, over here Mojo rising looking for love seventeen years adolescence over hear my voice I’m famous now skin tight clothes strewn upon the stage any rock star will do screaming in the night 5-12-25

  • Putin’s war

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    (poem while reading the news) Someday the war will end and the next bullets will be for collaborators. What does a collaborator look like? Where does collaborating stop and just trying to survive begin? Hung after a show trial Turning blue at the end of rope. Feet trying to climb thin air. Jeering neighbors the…

  • Definitions

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    They met in class, flirted, gave all the secret signs. No one made the first move. At the end of the academic year they went their separate ways. All summer she daydreamed about unrequited love. On hot summer nights he fantasized about unconsummated sex. 4-28-25

  • ambergris

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    (to a prompt) Belched up by adolescence on the shore of responsibility waiting for someone – anyone to find me. And divine that if they mix my stink with the fragrance of flowers their smell will linger longer on the skin of a wrist, a neck, between breasts. No one will know I am there…

  • Erasure poem

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    Reading the news, I thought I’d do an erasure poem with the Bill of Rights and soon I had an empty page. We need to take back and fill in the blanks with our rights before we forget we ever had them. Carve them on the backs of our hands and on our foreheads. Let…

  • For Mussolini’s partisans

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    How many souls have perished, because someone else believed war and violence was the answer and the working class must kill each other to prove their point? If you are going to suffer and die for someone else’s folly, it does not matter how you die, don’t be a tool of their oppression and take…

  • Up early

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    4 am, up early, I have things to do before I drive a friend to breakfast, help him get in an out of his wheelchair so he may see old friends, visit old haunts and see the waitresses he used to flirt with and who flirted back. I wish I could do more; I wish…