My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • For lack of sunlight

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    the tree in our yard no longer green rains gold from the sky seesawing back and forth on its way to ground beautiful in the moment it’s not dead only changed awaits transition leaves turn palms up supplicate the wind to carry it away 11-20-25

  • heirloom flowers

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    He wrote that summers he hayed the fields with his grandfather, walked the woods, looked for blackberries to pick, careful not to step in old root cellars, watched for hollyhocks that foreshadowed ruins of a farmhouse where a long dead farmer’s wife planted flowers by the door, while her long dead husband worked the fields…

  • Jimi

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    On a speaker overhead someone plays guitar Not like you But they play with passion Bending strings Until I think they may break And I wonder What you might have done If you didn’t burn So brightly that you melted away Too soon But then I thought if you didn’t Burn so hot I wouldn’t…

  • Synopsis: Epstein Emails

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    Men afraid of full-bodied empowered women purchase little girl hips pretending they are powerful if only for a moment 11-13-25

  • Eclipse

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    modest moon robes the sun birds sing welcome to a second dawn I ask the voyeur, embered, eerie eye roll away the sacred stone let our star dance naked once again across the midday sky 11-12-25

  • Good citizens

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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I’m in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder stripped of identity kill or be killed- statistics of war 11-12-25 ‘Dear Congress’ We are your…

  • Rosh Hashanah

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    09/26 – this poem is for all my Jewish friends: Just before the sun crashed in the west, a distance horn floated through trees we did not plant, summoning Fort Jackson’s troops to mess. My ribs ached from a forgotten injury and I had a strange craving for apple sauce. I resisted its sweetness, reaffirmed…

  • Wood Priest

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    09/29 – meditation morning walk before hurricane storms Carolina shore: temperature drops tree tops talk nervously speak only of summer distant storm unmentioned like soldiers before battle some won’t make it you look around try to remember how they laughed before the storm 9-29-22

  • Putin’s myth

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    King Midas possessed a golden touch Turned daughters and friends to gold Lived at arm’s length with the world His kingdom shunned him Starved for love Unable to eat his riches – almost dead 10-3-22

  • early autumn morning

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    standing half in half out the door left foot on kitchen floor right foot on concrete porch cool morning on face bright daylight dazzles eyes 10-8-22