Author: cfblack
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For those who know
Poetry does not need to be long and convoluted to reveal a truth that you have always known, but had not put in words- let me demonstrate: Bacon, how, warm or cold, good. 8-22-20
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Adverbs
In our COVID-19 quarantine world, existence is sedentary. We watch dog walkers all day, family walkers in the evening. We wave and exchange greetings from a safe distance. Occasionally, in faded yellow lawn chairs someone stops, sits and talks across your fire pit from ten feet away You feed them lethargy, pour adverbs over stacks…
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living in 4/4 time
All night it rained/Morning smelled fresh/Glistened on green Tacit Wind walks through trees/Shakes water loose/Patters on leaves 8-20-20
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Almost
Down the hall gentle laugh Me – “What?” Her – “You didn’t tell my age” Me – “I thought you didn’t want me to” Her laughing – “I almost don’t care about my age anymore” Me walking away talking to myself “The operative word is almost” 8-19-20
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Tuesday haiku
do you remember running in clover, no cares I don’t, but I try 8-18-20
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a poet’s house
I have stacks of poetry books all over the house ones I am reading, ones I will ones I promised to read, but forgot books of friends that deserve to be heard I have manuscripts on my computer and in folders on my desk I have poems for my many moods Joy Harjo’s on the…
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Cherry thief
hot day supper’s hours away no one in the kitchen jar of Maraschino cherries sits alone in Frigidaire pop two in your mouth, flee out back door _____ return for supper angry Maraschino cherry mom questions pass blame suggest a sibling back hand to face “That’s for my cherries’ then another “That’s for lying” _____…
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Listening to Thunder as Rain Passes By
at the edge of thirst flowers and trees wait for rain beg to bathe dust from limbs grit from hair rain cares not about desire need or love 8-15-20
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Pleiades rejoice
the heavens were hooded last night the Perseid meteor shower hid from view a slice of the moon played peek-a-boo with clouds, I asked questions of myths and constellations, mused that if Orion carried an EpiPen and didn’t die from a scorpion’s sting and had erectile dysfunction and every mythic star knew the Pleiades wouldn’t…
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What if
What if famous magazines who publish poetry, only gave the author’s name on a website after you filled out a critique? What if we didn’t know the author’s name, whether they had ascended into the clique; literati who wrote with the right amount of ambiguity, verbosity and anger, conforming to the latest styles and forms…
