My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • well water

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    This morning, I remember a dipper full of water from the well that stood in my grandparents’ yard that waited for me to visit, pump into a pail, carry inside and fill the basin that sat under the slant of stairs in their kitchen. I don’t remember discussions of germs on a shared dipper only…

  • Spilled milk

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    I’ve never cried over spilled milk, but I’ve cursed a few times and once when I spilled the last milk In the house, I used water and hated myself for ruining a perfectly good bowl of Cocoa Puffs. 3-27-21

  • haikus from Congaree with the grandson

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    brown snake suns on log bright flowers bloom on green stem turtle swims nearby grey dead pine stands tall cypress wades water knee deep woodpecker loves both lichen grows on logs wind counsels trees about death birds call down the sun 3-26-21

  • celebrations for a grey day

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    warm rain drips from trees yellow pools of pollen dust confused frogs sing colors glisten wet street lights stutter on early birds celebrate spring water tins rain spouts rivulets race in the street time to take a nap 3-26-21

  • Woodpecker tree

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    Barkless trunk stares out from park Grey spire among the green Woodpecker tree stands dying Beak thwacks on wood Hopes something sticks its head out To see whose knocking Maybe the living will gather you in its branches Prop you up a little longer Before you go to ground Until you snap off in a…

  • walk gently

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    walk gently last year’s green now brown crunch beneath your feet 3-23-21

  • haiku morning augury

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    dark crow roosts in tree I’ve been waiting your return tell me where you’ve been congregants gather rise and fall and rise, again praise of gold finches woodpecker in tree is the hollow echo you or is it the wood 3-22-21

  • poems from the park

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    Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo Owl in park pulls you from a dream Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo Now – it roosts in your backyard tree Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo It warns night of death’s damnation Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo Ritual litany to scare and flush prey Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo A swoosh, then roaring silence Owl coos an apologist’s prayer, plunges his beak into penitent flesh,…

  • Dream #1051

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    beach cottage dream salt air beauty sunrise walk walk until tired turn around walk back, again juxtaposed meditation against a tired voice that complains all the way home about never learning how to moderate this lonely life 3-20-21

  • School yard shark

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    Cat eyes, milkies, puries, aggies, speckled whites and blues and blacks, a steely shooter my prized possession. I lost it to a chipped cat eye. He put it in his pocket and used the damaged shooter, until I wouldn’t wager anymore good marbles against his lucky one. He gathered up his winnings in a draw…