My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • haiku for an overcast day #2

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    always remember you’re deserving of kindness and so are others 10-6-25

  • haiku for an overcast day

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    basking in half-light no frog or heron in sight lone lily blooms white 9-27-25

  • Merlin’s haiku

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    beautiful blue jay wears opera diva’s robe but can’t sing a note 9-30-25

  • Flint spark

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    I have indulged myself, bought all those things forbidden by my youth or lack of means. Watching rain fall from my porch I realized I never bought that shiny Ronson lighter they kept behind glass so adolescent wannabe cool kids wouldn’t steal from Schnaible’s Drugs. I don’t smoke and have no need of fire, but…

  • Rain

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    Morning rain rattles in gutters and drains, washes the street, pushes tired leaves from limbs, resuscitates thirsty moss. Somewhere offshore a hurricane spins, spawns riptides, pulls sand from beaches, keeps disappointed tourists inside. The forecast says the storm will miss us. But other storms more dangerous than this gather out where we can’t see. While…

  • The dream

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    I dreamed I was talking with a neighbor girl – a grade school classmate who I have not spoken to since high school. I asked her how her family and husband were doing and she broke down sobbing about Alzheimer’s and cancer. A group of our old grade school girls appeared to console her, gathered…

  • The dance

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    When I was young I had no fear. I dove off bridges into the flooded Wabash, turned off head lights and raced away into the night on acid, hitchhiked across America, stood toe to toe with a cop and a billie club and won. I took my beating from a squad of his buddies in…

  • Kindness 101

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    when someone stops by unexpectedly invite them in for supper go into your kitchen add another cup of water to the soup – everyone gets fed 9-18-25

  • Upon a hill

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    Upon a hill there stands a house, Windows gaze out softly on the farm, Dawn wakes quiet as a mouse. Furrows stitch fields like hems on a blouse Each row a hymn, each row a psalm, Upon a hill there stands a house. Winds over hay, a gentle spouse, Lingers warm, protective and calm, Dawn…

  • Prayers up

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    Movers come at 8:30 Junk/Salvage guys at 10 Suitcase is packed Coffee’s hot and fresh Patio is calling one last time Prayers up for Jasmine 9-15-25