My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • ‘The Day After Sunday’

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    cfblack
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    07/08/24 listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’ll wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot

  • The Day After Sunday

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    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’re wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot 7-8-24

  • ‘Song of the South’

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    cfblack
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    7/7/2024 Abandoned husk lies at my feet. Cicadas drone in trees, “The more I sing,” they say, “The closer I am to leaving.” “Come find me and let’s procreate before I become another abandoned husk.”

  • ‘4th of July’

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    cfblack
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    7/6/2024 Cousin Billy lived across the backyard fence. We’d play army in the Summer, crawling through bushes and back yards our parents did not own. Both of us wanted to be Vic Marrow so we took turns in charge of our combat platoon. High school came and went. Billy went off to Vietnam, came home…

  • Fourth of July

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    cfblack
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    Cousin Billy lived across the backyard fence. We’d play army in the Summer, crawling through bushes and back yards our parents did not own. Both of us wanted to be Vic Marrow so we took turns in charge of our combat platoon. High school came and went. Billy went off to Vietnam, came home a…

  • ‘Saturday Cool’

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    06/29 long shadows dappled shade jay flashes blue on fence robin and cardinal call in green morning cicadas sing descant high overhead I count my blessings on knuckled hand sip my coffee dry and go inside before heat sucks the cool from the day

  • Summertime

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    (apologies to George Gershwin) Cicadas sing in trees, Come find me Sometimes it’s a lover Sometimes it’s a hungry bird Sometimes they remain unfound and sing again tomorrow 6/28/24

  • Fruits of war

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    Somedays, I think of war and wonder about the beautiful souls never birthed because their parents were harvested in the Spring never to grow ripe in Summer’s heat and enjoy a golden Autumn breeze. 6/28/24

  • An Anole’s life

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    Upside down, hidden in green Hoping a bird doesn’t see him first He waits for breakfast to be served Tail curved above its head Feast or famine – kill or be killed A lizard’s life is tough 6/5/24

  • Sheaves of Green Corn

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    cfblack
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    hot day, sitting in the shade even insects move slow bowl of mixed fruit – savor each flavor tart grape followed by cantaloupe – my favorite news out of Kenya, young lives snuffed out cloistered opposition leaders decry violence there would be less war and violence If leaders led from the front black wasp sips…