My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Resist

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    When Sylvester stalks the bird feeder, Tweety Bird keeps a watchful eye, refuses to give in to fear, or let the bastard win. 3-9-26

  • The Tree

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    There is a tree in my dreams. You’ve seen it, too. It sits on a ridge silhouetted against the sky. They use the same tree in dozens of movies. A protagonist sits there waiting to be found by someone who will gift them the resolve to go on. I want to go there, sit under…

  • Black umbrella

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    Tables full inside you sit out of the rain on the porch talk of her new boyfriend changes in her meds and the stomach distress this causes Half-grossed out, half-listening you watch street lights blink on and off behind her as they try to decide if it is dark or light Coffee cup is empty…

  • ‘Wind’ or, ‘Unknowable Essence’

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    I do not feel, see, hear, taste or smell you, but I feel the heat and searing cold you carry. I see what you move, hear the wind dance with the trees and disturb my sleep. I taste the rain, smell the flowers and cough with your pollen in spring. I know you intimately by…

  • Grief

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    Grief arrives unannounced …quiet as a mouse in the corner of a room nibbling on forever. There are no witnesses so you try to pretend it’s not happening as it runs up the wall and disappears only to reappear in the mIddle of the night wearing someone else’s face. A clock for a mouth, melted…

  • new posts

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    As I complete this task of safekeeping, new posts are added at the end. Back to Sept. 2021…

  • Flickering light

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    Charlie was a working man retired from the city married late in life had three young children and a wife he did odd jobs for me to pay his rent — His kids liked to play outside under a street light the light began to flicker he climbed the pole to fix it fell and…

  • McKenna’s dream

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    Dear Terence, What if your theory is just a dream waiting to be played out in real time? What if it ain’t extra-terrestial intelligence, but just a dream you had while meandering through barnyard dreamscapes? What if it’s wishful thinking trying to make sense, seeking a better world along fictious ancient mycelial cultural pathways? And…

  • Used clothes

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    abandoned on a thrift store rack does the garment remember the body that wore it that sat cross legged in sun before we pulled it over your head fragrant sweat crushed grass stains abandoned beside us 1-30-26