My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Walk inside the warm

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    Last night you woke to the sound of northern winds in southern pines, the furnace chugging dollar bills and barfing BTU’s in the hall, while a dog howled two doors down to be let back inside. You had been dreaming you were chosen to shoot a basketball – something about winning money for a homeless…

  • Charleston haiku boom

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    quiet city life? does construction ever end? how much is enough? 10-20-22

  • Sunbeam electric iron

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    Because stiff collars were all the rage in school She found him at an online overstock auction When she said their relationship was over he felt like an iron in a closet full of wash & wear 10-21-22

  • Autumn haiku 2022

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    inhale Autumn air warm it in your lungs – exhale life tinged vapor clouds 10-23-22 —————————————– (image won’t load)

  • Footstool

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    A poem from a friend about being drunk on Sunday reminded me of the time when I was eighteen and read Easter Sunday Scriptures at sunrise services high on LSD. I don’t remember which scriptures I read, but I remember the light through the stain glass just above the head of Jesus standing on the…

  • The unwinding

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    All mothers do not know how to love All fathers do not come home at night All siblings do not get along All rustling in dry leaves is not a ghost it may only be a possum chasing a mouse All dogs that bark do not bite All cats do not spray in corners All…

  • Tanka about raking leaves during Fall elections

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    occasionally a dead leaf falls on your pile don’t applaud too loud it’s only a random act and will never be the norm 10-26-22

  • Family Gatherings

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    poem written to the prompt ‘muted’ ================================ silent dawn, damp wind birds huddle on power lines quiet prayers, solitary walk drive under grey skies pull up in front of house greetings at the door pictures hung on pastel walls missing laughter and corny jokes muted ghosts in empty halls remind us you’re not here 10-27-25

  • technicolor haiku

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    chill Autumn rains fall but still eternal Spring blooms unafraid of death 10-12-25