My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • 3 late afternoon haikus

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    loud angry blue jay shrill voice along the treeline commands the sun leave ————————————- northern cardinal knows you can’t hasten sundown or soothe Xanthippe ————————————– tufted titmouse counsels if birds formed an HOA they’d fine the blue jay 4-29-25

  • Park bench haiku

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    birds sing morning praise I walk slow towards a park bench squirrels race up trees 2-14-23

  • Concerto in the Key of Aqueous

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    gentle rain thunder rolls overhead water laughs in drain pipes liquid syncopated rhythm in trees birds sing hallelujah songs sirens wail in the distance yellow school bus rattles to a stop latchkey children splash home in the rain I sit on our porch waiting for a key signature change 4-24-25

  • Spinning toward munchkin town

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    (“For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” Hosea 8:7) I don’t care if sowers of anger, inherit a whirlwind. They can reap what they sow. But a storm front has no discernment, no sense of justice; it roars across the landscape and spins until it is spent. Sowers of the wind…

  • Easter resistance

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    groundhog feeds along the treeline, cardinal in the grass, congregation of deer gather at the garden shed birds sing hallelujah to the sun Easter in the Allegheny mountains before the trees go green I don’t care about a resurrection or rolling away the stone; give me the calming of the waters, healing the sick, cleansing…

  • Above the tree line

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    (“I exist in two places, here and where you are.” Margaret Atwood) I built my cabin in the mountains. Friends bring me provisions. I cook them dinner. We talk until they are bored and descend again among the living. I remain alone to feed above the tree line pulling sustenance from thin air. 4-18-25

  • haiku of tidal pools

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    here along the shore the tide leaves living things I throw back in the sea 4-18-25

  • Voices

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    When I was a child my conscience would talk in my father’s voice I didn’t recognize self-hate as my own Now I argue with the voices, take ownership and try to change 4-15-25

  • Silent night

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    in early evening frogs call back and forth back and forth among the trees late at night frogs go quiet and only the moon and stars ask questions of the trees did their voices give out or did they give in and talking is no longer needed? 4-14-25

  • Questions for my ancestor

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    When did the first fish crest spy the shore and believe dry land was an option? And how many generations before that first step and how many more generations until cruise ships became all the rage? 4-14-25