Author: cfblack
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Reading Anne Frank
I wonder what became of the family who hid Anne Frank in an upstairs room I wonder if one of my siblings or a childhood friend would have turned her family in and gloated as they were hauled away I wonder if I would have the strength of character to say, “No More” 1-29-25
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Spongebobia
last night I saw Dick Van Dyke smiling in a crowd he leaped high into the air did a prat fall and lay dead as everyone applauded his last performance I stood nearby while Mary Tyler Moore and Mary Poppins tried to get him to resurrect this morning I lay in bed watching the sky…
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haiku of warm rains
a gardener’s hands smell of light, dirt, flowers, food and abundant life 1-27-25
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In the garden
Poem written to the prompt, Kindness, for a workshop I host. ========================================== In the stillness of the soul kindness whispers softly, no act too small, no word too meek, sacred echo of the heart, song of the Divine, balm for sorrows, guide for the weary, hearts that are torn; binds the broken wing, strengthens the…
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after the snowcalypse haiku
Outside my window Sun melts last patches of snow I’m okay with that 1-25-25
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anti-malarial tanka
heavy air morning single drop breaks pond surface no wind, almost rain brown duck spreads wings flies away I wish the skeeters would, too 6-30-23
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The end is the beginning, is the middle, is the end
My father was always concerned with the now, with what I’m doing with today with not wasting time in pursuit of frivolous things. When my first book of poetry came out, he told me on the phone that he read my book and he didn’t think much of it. At the end he spoke of…
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Winter’s day
Between shadows, light reflects on dead leaves, sun warms my back. A January wind cools my face, pushes its way past my scarf and down the front of my shirt. I zip my jacket as high as it will go, but it it is too late. I retreat to house, fill a bowl with tuna…
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Walking shadow
bird lifts from perch detaches from its shadow and soars no matter how far I walk or fast I run my shadow clings to my feet and holds me here 1-12-25
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haiku of the pond
geese and mallards feud unperturbed white egret stalks breakfast along shore 1-12-25
My husband's poetry 