My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Sycorax

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    Wisteria flowers hang full and beautiful in Spring but all Summer, Autumn and Winter they grasp and choke and choke and try to bring the tree down to its knees 4-1-25

  • Birdwatching with Ruth Westheimer

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    mockingbirds are monogamous according to ornithologists mockingbirds are masters of mimicry according to ornithologists mockingbirds must practice role play inferred by ornithologists 3-27-25

  • Freedom ain’t free

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    The house I grew up in was not the house I was born in so I have no lullaby memories, just themes songs of Romper Room, Howdy Doody, Captain Kangaroo and Sunday morning hymns in four part harmony. I weeded momma’s garden, took care of siblings, snuck out at night to run the neighborhood and…

  • Blue

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    Blue as the feather in my father’s brown hat Blue as my daughter’s eyes Blue as the ceiling of a low country porch Blue as the sky reflected on a green pond Blue as a crab boiled in a pot Blue as a faded bruise Blue as the old man Picasso painted Blue hands wrapped…

  • Dear Doge

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    A booth at the street fair market sells hand-crafted rings and bracelets untouched by corporate greed and advertisements for big box fancy stores joy and happiness for under $20. It’s not where a road leads, but how it’s built that grows community. If theft is the purest form of flattery, your tongue in arse flattery…

  • haiku from our daughter’s front porch

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    squirrels twerk on fence chickens cackle good morning voyeur sun in trees 2-21-23

  • hope

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    yesterday, unable to wash the dirt of my youth from my skin I put on cologne and clean clothes and hope no one remembers who I was today, I do not recognize the face in the mirror or the voice that mumbles morning prayers I undress, step into the shower, towel off, put on cologne…

  • haiku while reading Rupi Kaur

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    a thousand kind words but you obsess on one slight I am poor at math 3-18-25

  • Sunflower haiku

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    broken buds bloom bright slowly wither in sunlight and seed the future 3-18-25