My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • After the storm

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    All night and into morning it rained. Our yard is covered in leaves. The path by the playground is muddy. The pond bulges out of its banks. I sit on a wet bench, ponder the future, Offer prayers to a sullen sky, And ask the Unknowable Essence to grant me The strength to bind up…

  • Slapstick

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    11/05 – some call me Polly Anna, because I am still an optimist – it’s only a part-time avocation ————————————————- Buster Keaton turned slapstick into an art form, Excuse me while I go hurt myself and Try to walk away oblivious to pain Humor is only allowed, if you laugh at yourself Just another form…

  • A Gerbil’s Life

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    falling down the steep slope of night he slid to a stop at the bottom among the dead even though he knew he did not belong he stayed until dawn walked back up the slope took a shower got dressed drove to the office and went back to work 10-31-24

  • Meditation on a Holy Day

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    white cirrus clouds swim in blue flag waves on a pole leaves rattle goodbye to summer winter comes slow but come it will jet contrail divides the sky the promise of spring laughs on a park swing 11-3-24

  • The Flight of the Narcissist

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    he thought the mist would hide his retreat but it only made it difficult to drive he turned on his wipers to see and did not look back 10-30-24

  • Reading the Iliad in Time of War

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    reading the Iliad in time of war the blood, the corpses, the victors and the dead cities in ruins, captives carried away salvation snatched from the bowels of a domesticated beast bright sun makes pages glare and hurt my eyes I retreat to the shade the story never has a different ending discarded orange peel…

  • Watching Autumn from My Lawn Chair

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    In the South Autumn falls one leaf at a time No killing frost tells trees It’s time to change No bright and glorious week before Technicolor fades to black and white Winter invades and snow and ice lays siege 10-28-24

  • 23rd psalm

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    “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” David, the thought of lying down in green pastures Gives me chiggers. But still the pounding rhythm drones on and on and on; “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” Stop telling me what I don’t want. David, I want nap time; I need…

  • In the garden

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    My poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was, ‘Philosophy of Life.’ ‘In the Garden’ ((the prompt was: Philosophy of Life)) This fleeting moment, life – travelers, passing through. Each breath, a whisper, each step, a dance. No destination, the journey is the goal. The universe conspires with love – let go…

  • sing songs

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    Sing songs of unborn stars In their birth a funeral pyre Life times of journey brought us their light Celebrate both while there’s time 10-21-24