My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Rain

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    cfblack
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    rain patter train wail water in drain pipe red birds and wrens dance in yard squirrels and feral cats are in hiding stand under a roof by the pond sip coffee from a big blue cup watch tennis ball bob In winter rain 1-15-21

  • Chill

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    “Some feel the rain. Others just get wet” Bob Marley (and several others) no umbrella no rain coat long way to house hurrying won’t keep you dry no sense in rushing luxuriate in sensations of chill winter rain you will be home soon enough take shoes off at door remove wet clothes feet on the…

  • Room 511

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    I didn’t walk yesterday, ordered out for wings, didn’t cook or lift weights, went to bed before 9, told myself it was just a nap. 4 am, I woke from a dream I had been sent to Room 511 to prepare a patient for electro shock therapy. I untied her gown, strapped her tight to…

  • morning mantra

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    On the distant side of the park you hear voices talking; you do not understand what is said; it is only important that on the distant side of the park you hear voices talking; you do not understand what is said; it is only important that on the distant side of the park you hear…

  • chips

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    lines of imported chips populate a mother board connectivity 1-12-21

  • Strong coffee

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    You ask yourself if fresh feta From a vacuum packed container Bought at Trader Joe’s, Tastes as good as feta You remember from Greek town Chicago. Pungent bricks pulled From briney bucket sea. New sensation on your tongue Next to gyro and potatoes. Your waitress brings a smile, Baklava, a cup of thick coffee, An…

  • Of the Pond

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    feeding fish ripple white clouds, the surface of blue sky tops of trees quiver remind me worlds exist below reflected heavens 1-11-21

  • Sunday morning along the pond

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    Mist shimmers Over reedy pond Gold finches flock Dressed in muted winter gowns Sing four note ostinati From tree to tree Green hooded mallard Glides graceful Courts brown mottled female Along the southern shore Ghost white egret Stalks the shallows Great blue heron Sits low on water Lowers legs, rises up Like an offshore oil…

  • handful of tercets

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    in the woods by the pond high up in a tree lone bird calls alone three notes repeatedly does it call for love for a friend or just to hear its voice piercing tercets reaching out again and again and again in the woods by the pond high up in a tree 1-3-21

  • Quatrains say goodbye to 2020

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    stand among wet trees coffee cup on fence rail muddy pond reflects bare trees, green hill, white overcast sky across the pond there is a path from the west it forks but from the east its branches become one path my cup is empty I will walk home from east to west alone in the…