My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • in an Indiana woods

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    there is a space in the woods on a hillside where I would go to hide up under the roots of a tree the ground had fallen away and roots hung down as thick snakes I would hide among the roots for hours wait for my stuttering and tics to stop and I could speak…

  • staccato hoof beats

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    sugared tea spilled upon sand glistens for a moment soft green spring gives way to deeper hues cut roses lay in sacrifice along a garden path petals bleed in the dirt felicity wears a silken gown count twelve days of paradise on fingers and two toes staccato hoof beats on ancient cobble stones red roan…

  • in the beginning

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    in the beginning (chiseled in free verse) was the word no acronyms needed for validation just their name was enough prophets did not write to form only flow of the word on the tongue 4-30-24

  • Love cuisine

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    You say you’re not hungry, but she cooks fish sticks anyway, because fish sticks are an act of love and the world needs more love (Whatever the hell that means). She calls you inside. You put four on a paper plate, add horse radish sauce for dipping and go back outside to eat. Confident no…

  • Sunday haiku

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    blue, blue morning sky all of the trees have gone green pond reflects the day 4-28-24

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    bright sun peeks through trees breeze spills last night’s rain from leaves both anoint my face 4-28-24

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    dusk songs in the bush, in a tree, across the street, in the park, in my neighbor’s yard songs sung short and sweet 4-28-24

  • breakfast haiku

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    high above my head blue heron perched in a tree fresh fish for breakfast 4-27-24

  • Friday haiku

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    overcast morningon the other side of cloudsit’s a sunny day 4-26-24

  • Because

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    Because I read the King James version of the Bible, I learned that half-truths and blasphemy can sound beautiful; because I read the stories of King David, I learned that a sinner could still be chosen by God; because I read DC Comic Books, I learned that even super heroes have their kryptonite; because I…