My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • 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

  • mycelium haiku

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    after the rain storm tiny mushroom umbrellas appear on wet ground 8/7/24

  • Fading into light

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    before street lights blink off and dawn paints trees green, again cup of yogurt and a handful of pills begs me, stay a few more mornings wren and cardinal call awake, morning comes, do not tarry, there is work to be done dog on the corner barks at ghosts bare feet on concrete chills my…

  • Common Grackle

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    Quiscalus Quiscula larger than a Jay fierce yellow eyes gray, hammer-heavy bill long, black tuxedo tail glossy prismed waistcoat you dress well for a commoner 7/28/24