My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Spring haiku

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    grooving in sunshine on the ground and in the trees light and shadow dance 4-14-25

  • In the garden

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    Poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was – stone’s throw: A stone’s throw away How big the stone? How strong the arm? If they were closer, Would they have stayed awake? Would they have begged him Stay a little longer? Would they have heard the Voice of God? Would the Kingdom…

  • A found poem

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    Despite Gravity Soaring The World Is Green Again Spring Watching the Small Sky Colored Butterflies Butterflies The Way to Jesus (listing of poems in the Table of Contents, Section IV, Despite Gravity by Marjory Heath Wentworth) 4-11-25

  • Crescent moon

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    you waited for a full moon to be inspired unaware the moon is resting in the shade there is no better time than now 4-11-25

  • Through

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    In the half light of morning on an old poster from an old reading series between the waste basket and wall a patch of white light illuminates my name. I look at the office window but it is covered. Through the half opened office door across the hallway through the living room doorway through a…

  • Locked knees

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    When our father died Masonic members of the Scottish Rite came and performed final rites at his viewing. They marched to and fro in their regalia, spoke sacred vows before his open casket. The next morning, before his last ride, his preacher preached a sermon. A military detail came to the gravesite, performed a twenty-one…

  • Infinity rockets

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    We write of the V2 bombardment of Britain, the desperate inhumanity of Axis partners, the horror of innocent victor/victims. If Teutonic archers had won the war, all the documentaries would herald the brilliance of their scientists. But instead, we snuck them out and built bigger, better weapons of war during peace. When World War III…

  • The morning chex-press

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    I remember mornings before school Eating Chex Cereal – rice, corn or wheat Milk with three teaspoons of sugar (four, if mom’s not looking) My sisters around the table Reading The Morning Chex-Press Good news only on the back of a cereal box I would construct a three flavored fort around my bowl Until mom…

  • After the downpour

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    All day and all night the rain washed pollen from the air. Maybe the world will breath a little easier. In the downpour frogs still call, “Over here, over here, I am all alone,” sounds of love within the flood. Listen to the thrashing in rain, while Dow Jones swirls in the drain on its…