My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • her eyes

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    You remember the look in her eyes the day she came into your office holding his hand to tell you today was her last day of work. He said they were moving to make a new start. She asked for prayers and you said of course. You handed her your card. He placed it in…

  • haiku memory

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    fig newton Friday’s only take two – sneak one more childhood payday treat 9-3-22

  • approaching autumn tanka

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    maybe it’s early but I miss long-legged spiders nets from bush to bush mating and filling larders in advance of winter death 9-5-22

  • Deep blue heron

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    On mornings When fishing is better On the close bank We startle one another I, heavy-footed Coffee cup in hand You, wading the shallows All long legged Rising up to flee Heading west Turning north Over the tennis courts I prefer mornings When we don’t startle one another I watch as you patiently pluck The…

  • late summer haiku

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    even in summer autumn and winter blow with ice cold memories 9-9-22

  • Milly’s man

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    gilded glass gaol albeit a pretty jar djinn or jinn no one knows it does not matter if you believe in ancient myths of magical beings waiting to flee imprisonment adolescence delayed never fully grown 73 years is too long to wait to be a man 9-9-22

  • Contemplating a biking lifestyle

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    Some days you think you might join a cycling club, take up riding a bike, again. But form fitting biking shorts make your butt look scrawny and your penis too small, Lycra pinches your testicles, Spandex jerseys slide up exposing your pot belly, and it’s hard to text while riding into a headwind. 9-10-22

  • Momma said

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    Momma said, Take your shoes off on the back porch, I just mopped the floor. Leave you muddy clothes out there, too and keep your dirty hands off my clean wall. Momma said, Come eat, clear your plate before TV, quit picking on your sisters or I’ll beat knots on your head. Momma said, It’s…

  • meditation on current events

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    Miss Piggy posed with her cleavage, her derriere and a giant green frog. Kermit puckered for the cameras; she looked away. Paparazzi called out Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it! again and again and again. She tossed him in the weeds and exclaimed, Prince Charming is a myth. 9-11-22

  • Parking lot civics

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    Last night, I dreamed of the old man who used to rest his hand on my head while talking with dad in the parking lot after church. He lived in an old clapboard farmhouse where gravel turned to blacktop and subdivisions grew among the corn. Rooted in old settler stock, he ran for state legislature…