My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Lazarus

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    I lay hands where roots reach beneath greening wood Feel the pulse of life the will to live that lies below 3-2-20

  • Dreaming in My Daughter’s Upstairs Bedroom

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    Last night, I walked old streets once vibrant I stood looking in abandoned factory windows saw faces dripping sweat and laughter a Cadillac slowly turned the corner windows down, no one inside it turned down an alley and was gone I looked back and the street was remade with shops and row houses folks walked…

  • How Nothing Gets Done

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    after a storm wishing you had a saw doesn’t clear debris blocking the path through the woods or cut and stack firewood in your yard or build a fire to sit around with friends 2-28-20

  • haiku

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    geese flock overheadpark bench beckons in the woodsunder crisp, blue sky 2-27-20

  • Beatitudes

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    Dear Coronavirus, I am preparing for you stockpiling in a large container in the bedroom ammo for a siege when you come by for a visit to our town I won’t have to fight the rush at the store I am buying Clorox wipes, tissues disposable masks and gloves spray disinfectant cleaners, paper towels peroxide,…

  • Venison

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    “A fawn discovering its legs/she perched on tall heels/with faux diamonds on the toes” from ‘Girl on the Bus’ by Andrew K Clark midnight deer stilted headlight run across road three friends wait late night foray stiletto feet tail in air if she’s not careful she won’t see morning 2-25-20

  • Haze

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    What is it about acrid smoke haze at dusk that makes you think of sandlot football family suppers and warm thoughts? What is it about burning leaves sock hat and gloves stirring dry leaves into a fire before you go inside? What is it about smokey piles dotting the neighborhood flavoring air like fog off…

  • Dreamscape #5

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    in this place of talking dead streets are always dark the little shops full of light I shelve and straighten books in a bookstore someone asks for a new book owner says it’s unavailable I go to tell him about a print on demand supplier he doesn’t see me – no one sees me ___…

  • untitled

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    Unless you have known fire seen flame consume wood there is nothing in ash to make you believe in trees 2-23-20

  • Birch tree

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    a birch tree grew in my neighbor’s yard I would peel paper thin bark write letters for the wind to read snow would bend graceful arches of slender limbs to ground the winter – when ravaging ice snapped it at its base I quit writing messages to the wind 2-23-20