Author: cfblack
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wet haiku 6-20
wet the leaves and grass wet the patient spores that wait for rain to appear 6-20-21
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For lack of a piece of chalk
Thoughts haunt; selfish thoughts that disagree with kindness, with what you believe to be truth. You try to be a better human, hope belief can erase the blackboard of mitochondrial neurons, but for lack of a piece of chalk a felt tipped marker has rendered you indelibly unclean. 6-19-21
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Family heirloom
Growing up, you’d stare at a family photo on your grandparents’ wall The one of your grandfather, his older siblings and parents dressed in somber suits and dresses, stiff, unsmiling Adult brothers arrayed in the back, three sisters bracket seated parents, a little boy on mother’s lap trying to sit still The little boy was…
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Zen Gaelic
You caught the blue grey glint of a single pinwheeling feather falling from the sky. It left no ripple on the water as it sank. No one saw its surrender but you. 6-16-21
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Walking meditation with Thich Nhat Hanh
1) moss comes green on the morning after rain halfway to your destination not wanting to crush haploid to diploid dance you stand paralyzed 2) a crow lands on a limb above your head shakes chill water from leaves you continue on in a village of plums bloom words “each mindful step, reminds us that…
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Narcissist drinks the sun
dawn shimmers clouds and trees turtle breaches still surface concentric circles set in motion ripple clouds and trees on way to shore mirrored image ponders its own reflection faithful to the sun and self 6-14-21
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haiku for fallen pears
under the pear tree lie half-eaten fruit…..above chatter fat squirrels 6-13-21
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The heron
The brood of geese that waits for a lady with a black dog to spread stale bread along the bank don’t know what the heron sees staring alone knee deep into still waters. Your aunt said your cousin likes to talk with a girl in a picture that hung on her bedroom wall, so they…
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morning after a late Spring rain
before the woods could towel off in the sun wind shrugged midnight rain from tree shoulders last autumn’s leaves drummed good morning light felt the rhythm and danced 6-11-21
