My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Gate 19

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    Poem from notes at the Milwaukee Airport 12/29/2024 (photo by granddaughter) the interstate is empty at 3 am no snow or ice return rental car walk across sky bridge to Departures dogs sniff feet for explosives no need to remove shoes sweat pants and canvas shoes are all the rage jilted shoeshine chairs sit draped…

  • Ice houses

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    Who cut the last ice block from the river before compressors and Freon made him obsolete? Did he find a new career or blame it on someone else, sulk among relics and try to turn back time? What of the saws, the wagons, the horses and ice houses half buried in the sod? Move to…

  • haiku while reading Smithsonian

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    Andean glass frogs thrive free from prying eyes – don’t ask me how they mate 1-9-25

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    I used lie awake at night listening to trains wail in the distance and dream of running away to ride the rails to far off places Now I lie awake at night listening to trains wail in the distance but I’m too afraid to ride up under a train for fear I may fall 1-8-25

  • Carolina rain

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    as the world turned round to light rain stopped falling one percentage point from starting up again tickles bare skin lone mushroom rises from brown leaves flowers shed petals moss begins antheridium dance lichen turns golden something eats the tree in our front yard from inside out mother would have enjoyed winter in a Carolina…

  • waiting on a friend

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    Chilly orange rind sundown Driving to meet a friend Lazy day before the day before Christmas Tea seeps in green cup Sam Cook plays overhead in coffee shop Waiting on a friend 12-23-24

  • Autumn/Fall equinox

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    Before the world tips over towards the dark I will walk to the pond, recite the name of the Creator on my finger tips, ask for guidance and the humility to accept the answer and listen to the bull frog call out good morning to the sun. I will hope the heron visits before I…

  • Old friends

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    I heard yesterday from an old school friend she said she’s been with her wife since college and now I wonder if our 9th grade make out session was consensual or she was too afraid to say no or I was unable or unwilling to hear and I want to ask her and I want…

  • Fourteen lines

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    Poem written for a workshop I host; the prompt was Nature: Because I refuse to count my beats And play with rhyming schemes These fourteen lines will never be A fucking sonnet nature poem Carolina wren song ascends Clear notes welcome in the day Dew sparkles during morning prayer Soon it may become ice crystal…

  • After the flood

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    some days with some people I wonder if they meant prey when I thought they said pray and I quiver in the dark praying 12-16-24