My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Monday morning haiku

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    blue and white quilted sky dead, brown leaves on green, green grass red winter blossoms 2-28-2024

  • Pantomime of Jays

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    Two geese court on the pond. Solitary squirrel chases shadows in dry leaves. Mourning dove coos it’s sad, lonely call from the woods. Cardinals call from park to neighbor’s house and back, again. A party of blue jays silently celebrate In trees above your head Feral cat stares at squirrel, looks up at birds and…

  • Solitude

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    Orange overcast sunrise. On the other side of clouds jet rumbles in the sun. Old man fishes quietly on the shore nods and waves. We talked for an hour a year ago, respect each other’s need for solitude and have nothing more to say. On the other side of clouds, another jet passes overhead, glinting…

  • Silhouette in the Sun

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    she sat by the open window her breasts uncovered reading Anais Nin he sat on the floor in the corner with a notebook perfecting his impersonation of Henry Miller writing a pulp fiction novel when the semester ended and the rent came due she moved home to her parents he moved to the coast and…

  • In the garden

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    they say this is the year of the Dragon pishhh…why not call election years the year of the Rat ya know – the kind of rat that eats the core and leaves the scraps no more animal totems or mythology to explain prehistoric bones bleaching in the sun give me a thousand years of the…

  • haiku pine

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    loblolly hurls conesnot wanting to fight todayI slowly walk on 2-25-24

  • Good citizens

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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I am in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder roadkill stripped of identity kill or be killed statistics of war 2-24-24

  • Good citizens

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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I’m in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder stripped of identity kill or be killed- statistics of war 2-24-24

  • Memories

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    in bare trees high overhead squirrels chase shadows on the ground and do not make a sound In last year’s dead leaves 2-21-24