My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • heirloom flowers

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    He wrote that summers he hayed the fields with his grandfather, walked the woods, looked for blackberries to pick, careful not to step in old root cellars, watched for hollyhocks that foreshadowed ruins of a farmhouse where a long dead farmer’s wife planted flowers by the door, while her long dead husband worked the fields…

  • Jimi

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    On a speaker overhead someone plays guitar Not like you But they play with passion Bending strings Until I think they may break And I wonder What you might have done If you didn’t burn So brightly that you melted away Too soon But then I thought if you didn’t Burn so hot I wouldn’t…

  • Synopsis: Epstein Emails

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    Men afraid of full-bodied empowered women purchase little girl hips pretending they are powerful if only for a moment 11-13-25

  • Dear Congress

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    We are your native children your barefoot soldiers your collateral damage the problem and solution the grease that moves the wheel. 11-12-25

  • Eclipse

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    modest moon robes the sun birds sing welcome to a second dawn I ask the voyeur, embered, eerie eye roll away the sacred stone let our star dance naked once again across the midday sky 11-12-25

  • Autumn

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    through falling leaves you stand alone I would say hello but I am afraid I may startle you so I stand alone hoping you don’t see me through falling leaves 11-1-25

  • Family Gatherings

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    poem written to the prompt ‘muted’ ================================ silent dawn, damp wind birds huddle on power lines quiet prayers, solitary walk drive under grey skies pull up in front of house greetings at the door pictures hung on pastel walls missing laughter and corny jokes muted ghosts in empty halls remind us you’re not here 10-27-25

  • technicolor haiku

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    chill Autumn rains fall but still eternal Spring blooms unafraid of death 10-12-25

  • Opposites attract

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    Cold air cradles tropical moisture in its arms, drums rain on our roof, lolls us to sleep, while pine cones lose their grip, and fall to ground. I invite you to walk with me between puddles, we will pray for acceptance of cold wet days that glow moss green, again. 10-12-25

  • Grief

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    I wake in the middle of the night and think of you. I eat oatmeal with blueberries on the porch and think of you. I watch steam rise from my coffee cup and think of you. I cook sausage and eggs for your mother and think of you. I sit in a chair in our…