My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • unborn

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    unborn, first born, middle born, last born, still born, low born, reborn; sometimes, life is too much to bear. 10-18-24

  • Feral poet

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    (for an unnamed friend) She writes crazy and wild and spreads her scent in your front hallway, if you let her inside. She turns up her nose at Kibble & Bits, drops dead rodents and birds at your feet then saunters away like an Amazon queen. She births poems in the bushes and under the…

  • Haikus in times of war

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    fields of bright flowers lined up in row upon row waiting for the scythe cut flowers in vase I mourn the dead, the dying and the not yet dead if politicians fought in the front line trenches world peace would break out 10-16-24

  • Autumn tercets

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    clad in stealth mode daylight climbs in my window birds sing the sun awake sky goes gently blue wind collects distant reveille lays it on the porch coffee in a cup crock pot simmered all night beef stew for breakfast a chilly 45 degrees feels like camping weather put a sweater on 10-15-24

  • Judgment day

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    (to a prompt) skies dark, air still, shivers sweep an ancient hill. whispers rise, fade away, shadows creep on Judgment Day. no place to run, no space to hide, truth revealed, no masks or pride. time stands tall, debts come due, every soul reflects what’s true. scales tip with deeds and lies, hope soars, dreams…

  • Shucks

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    I worry about the other peas in the pod the shriveled pea, the pale green pea The pea that sits off alone too close to the stem The angry pea that is tired of being mistaken for the famous two peas in the pod 10-11-24

  • For the fairy King and Queen

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    Yesterday, I discovered the shore of the pond in the park. Neighborhood dog walkers and joggers welcomed me with hellos. I claim it for the fairy king and queen who live across the sea. I do not care other people enjoyed the park before me and have built up a city around it. Hence forth,…

  • Low Country Churchyard

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    here among the dead I rest but briefly read dates on headstones calculate years of life Spanish moss haints trees butterflies light upon old monuments unaware and unconcerned of what lies beneath 10-6-24

  • Last night

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    Last night I dreamed a dream I did not want to dream ___ I dreamed family and friends were mean and petty to me no matter where I fled they followed and ridiculed me for seeking solitude ___ I woke up angry at my dreaming self for dreaming mean and petty dreams of others and…

  • childhood trauma

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    because my stuttering and speech impediment caused laughter in the classroom the fear of being laughed at is real and I never learned to dance but inside, I dance and swirl and everyone wants to be my partner 9-29-24