My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Labor Day

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    Small limb dressed in blue-green lichen, light as balsa wood, falls at my feet, all used up, breaks into three pieces, fit for the fire. I finish my coffee, rise from my chair, go inside change my clothes, and face the day. 9-2-24

  • Plumage

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    (for Harry Rogers) Feather pinwheels to my feet. I look up and do not see a bird, not even a gospel sparrow, maybe, it appeared from thin air. Do you know how to read omens? I imagine mystical things all around us piled up like snow drifts at our feet. Not every feather is a…

  • Song for Sylvia

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    (poem written to the prompt: “Radio”) 1965, late at night, tune out the static on transistor radio, sneak into the kitchen, call in song requests for the young girl in the news Sylvia Likens, look her up, she has her own Wikipedia page abused, tortured and killed by several boys and her foster mom in…

  • Crock pot love poem

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    fresh soup for breakfast tomatoes, carrots and cannellini beans simmered all night basil, parsley and Parmesan cheese seasoned just right wipe the juice from my chin leftover soup for snack sitting at my computer talking smack 8-26-2024

  • Phone calls with old friends

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    we speak of the approach of autumn the dimming light the struggle to gracefully hold on to the end of twigs before surrendering to the wind 8-25-2024

  • Twenty Floors Up, Peering Out a Window

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    08/22 In the window of my dream high above the street I see my father float by in an aquamarine 1957 Desoto. Tailfins like a shark red brake lights shining as he stops to wave. I forgot that before I knew him he had hair and friends called him Red. I wonder if somewhere in…

  • The restless somnambulist

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    one month from equinox cicadas go quiet days shorten Monday is Carol’s birthday Sunday some of our kids drive in for lunch scattered among five states we miss family gatherings this will have to do last night something was scratching outside our window, maybe a cat, a raccoon, I hope not a rat the older…

  • Meditations on a Theme: Hiroshima Remembrance 2024

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    1 When I first learned of World War II and the cost of winning the war, I would lie on our living room floor, watch dust motes above my head shimmer in the sunlight and imagine white shadow dancers the same age as myself traced upon the ground no longer able dance. 2 I lament…

  • haikus for peace

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    1 low flying jet planes concentric circles quiver in my coffee cup 2 I do not panic no need to duck and cover nothing will explode 3 gift of good fortune war is somewhere else, not here accident of birth 4 concentric circles pray the world does not explode peace begins at home 8-14-24

  • Conversation With A House Fly About Peace

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    Dear House Fly, perched on my empty latte cup, you are welcome to my foam. If I move it to the far edge of the table, you may have your caffeine fix and I, my bit of peace. 8-9-24