Author: cfblack
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Ruins
The prompt this month for a workshop I host was – Ruins ‘Ruins’ Sometimes it’s an indentation in a mattress Goodwill will pick up in the morning. Where bodies once dreamed now silence sits between cups of coffee trying to remember the last conversation. Recriminations walk among walls of collapsed cathedrals of good intentions, and…
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seas of light
too hot to swim ducks and geese rest in cattail shadows in the shade of my yard I rest, call friends and wonder if the dead never leave us and are just resting in the shade of this life before they begin to swim in seas of light upon light 6-9-26
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Murder of crows
just a stroll in the park not a power walk woodpecker churls in tree no staccato drumming you sit on a bench by the pond savor a bite of apple ask the Creator to quide your words refine your craft to service high in trees crows fly back and forth back and forth caw –…
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rescue dogs
Rescue dogs press ribs against chain link fences. Hunger grows fur and learns to whimper. Each carries a story written in mange, cigarette burns, missing ears, limps that predicted rain. When anyone lifts their hand too quickly, a brindled mutt hides beneath a plastic chair. Volunteers call them damaged, but the dogs still wagged their…
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Thick and muddy
This morning the pond is thick and muddy; turtles still must extend their heads above the water to breathe. Geese teach goslings how to swim and dive for food. Mallards rest quiet on shore, while cattails grow slender and tall. Trees shake last night’s rain upon my head as I count the name of Light…
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Half-truths
if beauty were the goal of the artisan, they’d display and praise the rhinestone next to the diamond, but they don’t 5-23-26
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sitting on a shady bench
damsel flies flit along the water turtles snorkel near the surface lone mallard casts wary eye at geese and goslings squirrel ventures close, covets my apple core on the bench ant carries morsel twice its size shy lily blossoms open on pads green cattails stand sentinel while last year’s pods shed wooly seeds I wait…
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