My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • One-winged bird

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    On a wall of my mother’s parents’ living room hung her siblings all in a row and a photo of Grandpa’s family. It took me 68 years to ask where was grandma’s family. A simple answer, a dark secret or just the misogyny of an old German family. I’ll never know. The whys of this…

  • Nuts

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    Knock, knock Is someone at the door or am I dreaming? I lie in the dark wondering where I put my mask. I wait for a second knock. Knock, knock Rolling sound on roof Dull thud on ground In a time of quarantine only a nut would come knocking unannounced at someone’s house 8-5-20

  • nighttime

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    in the middle of the night when the moon through the trees striped our yard in shadows I was awaken by a cat and raccoon debating in the neighbor’s yard neither was willing to die over rancid fast food and I went back to sleep 8-4-20

  • Monday morning tanka

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    no rumbling of sky to betray a coming rain nor wet wind warning morning woods are silent, too in the deluge birds call joy 8-3-20

  • Rain

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    Checking in with a friend a single mom. a public school teacher. She’s worried about her daughter and her job; afraid that one of them could end up sick in this pandemic. She wants to quarantine at home and can’t. She needs her job and they need each other. I listen to her as rain…

  • Time shifter

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    In the back aisle of the grocery I saw you from behind Long stride, hunched shoulders shaggy dark hair _____ I followed to be sure it was you Near the checkout you turned Sad, kind, thoughtful eyes You smiled as you looked away _____ It’s been a couple of years since The night they found…

  • Dreaming in a time of covid

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    On the deck of our house a grove of ancient oaks drifted overhead Years ago, a tornado gathered them up and carried them away into the sky Trees loved the sky and the sky loved the trees they fed one another air Among the trees a large white farmhouse drifted like a cloud Last night,…

  • Ayn Rand forgot to spit

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    Allied with the losing side of history Atlas was condemned to bear the sky upon his shoulders But sculptors didn’t get the memo and had him holdup a globe of the world I used to ask myself how is this possible To hold up the world while standing on a mountain on the western edge…

  • haiku after rain

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    soft sings high grass bird gentle wind shakes wet from trees last night’s rain falls twice 7-30-20

  • Dusk rain

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    Rain washes air, trees and street Sirens cry in distance Thunder rumbles Cicadas sing No walkers in park Carolina wren chirps Owl and crow are strangely quiet 7-29-20