My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Autumn tercets

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    cfblack
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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

  • Asheville

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    water leaves muddy foot prints in the top most boughs of trees tomorrow tragedies will reveal themselves in debris fields of mountain streams splintered makeshift crucifixes festooned with corpses years of recovery and sunshine cannot resurrect 9-29-24

  • color of the moon

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    the moon is not made of green cheese maybe brie, gouda, provolone or mild cheddar but green is not the color of the moon. 9-26-24

  • on any given Sunday

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    looking for an edge both teams use pregame prayer circles with the God angle negated a Hail Mary pass is no longer a viable option you promise to tithe your winnings hoping angels juice over/under wagers 9-24-24