My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Bare feet

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    Before the sun I heard crashing in the trees Looked at shoes then at coffee assured myself The damage is done the tree is dead and getting out of my chair Won’t reanimate stand it back up or remove the mess I sip coffee cross legs and wiggle my toes 8-12-20

  • H20

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    Three atom molecule too little, you die too much, you drown It falls, rises, spins and uproots flows, runs, drifts, ebbs with the tide fills beds of streams, rivers, lakes and sea it carries mountains on its back Universal solvent matrix of life without it we are dust 8-12-20

  • Dreaming with migraine headaches

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    waking in a time loop of childhood terrors reading in front of class with a speech impediment holding your arm to control a tic trying not to hum or have outbursts in class scrapping in the hall because someone made fun paddlings in the office whippings when you got home suicidal thoughts you fought to…

  • summer haiku

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    summer’s searing sunwindless woods of shadow greenmyrtle wearing pink 8-10-20

  • Summertime

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    Before air conditioning was a thing all doors and windows were open In the hall a box fan stirred the air moved it to the kitchen for supper Pulled weeds, hoed the garden picked worms from off the vines Rode bikes, played in the sprinkler sat in the front yard after dark Drank nickel root…

  • Kissing country girls

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    She said, “You have to leave!” I asked, “Why?” She replied, “No one comes out this far in the country” I smiled and said, “I do.” She said, “That dust cloud on the horizon is Daddy’s truck.” I got in my car and left 8-10-20

  • an anniversary meditation

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    dust motes shimmer through trees on sunbeams I sip coffee and read Hibakusha stories trees shake from an earthquake in the mountains I haven’t heard damage reports, but it will be mild _____ on the anniversary of Nagasaki I reflect 70,000 vaporized in a rush for peace children, mothers, fathers a Shinto shrine and Catholic…

  • The Myth of Wade Hampton III – Part I

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    He danced with all the ladies sword at his side metals on his chest a fine bushy faced fox at wartime cotton patch cotillions When hounds were heard howling his name across the river he tucked his tail and fled into the woods and fields Yipping in shadows until Rutherford leashed the hounds the dandy…

  • For Riva’s Franma

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    I’ve inhaled the last third of my half of low country blueberry pie Licked my fingers the four pronged fork and fed squirrels the crust With sugared lips and purple poop I return sated to ketosis 8-6-20