My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • a one-sentence letter to my dead mother

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    Dear Mom This morning, I watched birds flit and flutter about our yard, remembered your love of birds and decided that next spring, in your honor, I will ignore the childhood ear worms you implanted in my external auditory meatus canal and no longer will obsess about cleaning windows, because clean windows reflect sky and…

  • 21st century fairytale

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    After the kiss of COVID dried on her face mask Sleeping Beauty’s eye lids fluttered open She looked into the lecherous eyes of Prince Retail, Rolled over and went back to sleep 9-12-22

  • Deep blue coffee cup

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    Dawn in the park Deep blue coffee cup You can’t remember Which grandchild gifted the cup And that’s okay Because you imagine each one 9-13-22

  • Water talk

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    a pond shares from deep within a river brings news from beyond the hill somedays, I much prefer a river it waves, calls out a greeting and moves on. 9-13-22

  • Overture to a space rock opera

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    I want to find a meteor half buried near the one pine cone squirrels have not yet torn apart in my backyard I want to hold it in my hand look for a shipping label to see whether it came from infinity or beyond I want to read the searing Spock left in the form…

  • The grocery store is always open

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    In the magic hour between possum waddle and coyote strut raccoons feast on food left out for feral cats skulking along the fence line, Fourth of July fireworks two nights before fall equinox could be mistaken for gunfire, but sirens and blue lights do not arrive You push the trash can to the street and…

  • Battle of the Equinox

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    The pond grows strangely quiet, Geese and goslings fled weeks ago, Cicadas no longer sing of love, Sated bullfrogs sleep in, Turtles are not sunning on the bank, Fish refuse to break the surface, The heron has gone hunting elsewhere. Autumn equinox arrives tomorrow, Draws depression’s curtain and Reminds us night will overwhelm the day.…

  • Waiting for Merlin’s call

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    The first day of Autumn doesn’t seem that much different from the last day of Summer, but you can’t stop thinking of aging and the miracles of ancient beliefs You wait for the alchemy of a warlock’s call telling you a negative is a positive and a wonderful excuse for a celebratory feast at an…

  • Biopsy of fear

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    Old man steps out his back door into darkness, Shivers with apprehension that borders on fear, Childhood bogeymen who lurk in the dark. He gathers himself, reaches down for old habits: Steps off his porch, walks towards the woods, Finds a darker place among the shadows, Closes his eyes and waits for fear to become…

  • Immigrant hotels

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    names, dates, epithets concentration camp walls always say the same things languages vary but the sentiments don’t change in my country walls speak Juan 11/21/2025 Mentirosos Bastardos