My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Caravan of light

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    cfblack
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    deep within the garden of the dead serried lines of plastic flowers gazebo by a pond black chairs on grey concrete white pillars hold up the roof where no one can see webbed feet paddle furiously ducks glide upon the surface heron stands sentinel along the shore walk the bank among the trees heron flies…

  • Primary season in the South

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    South Carolina Spring cable news pundit turtles rise up from pond muck to sit in the sun geese return with loud honking neighbors feed them stale bread telemarketers gather at your feet demand you feed them, too leave greasy goose shit wherever they go 2-15-2024

  • an inconsiderate act

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    I broke a tiny bud from a limb I did not hear it scream I don’t know why I just did I cannot glue it back or heal the wound it bleeds green in the sun 2-14-2024

  • an old friend

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    All night I dreamed of an old friend who lived across the back yard fence and moved away in ’65’ we talked of old times and how we landed in our now we talked about his sister, mother and father we talked of how home is no longer home he talked of going to the…

  • February haiku

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    shadows stretch and yawn rain stirs the moss from slumber dark asphalt painted green 2-13-2024

  • When

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    I guzzle Gatorade after a good workout rain drops smear the dirt on my windshield cell phone vibrates, 745 area code someone from back home Hi, this is John (Ball State1970) I took his class on violence he was still ABD, we became friends he asks how have I been – I say great he…

  • Bogeyman Boogaloo

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    (some James Whitcomb Riley channeling) Hush, little darlin’, don’t you cry, The Bogeyman won’t catch you and not I. He hides in shadows, dark and sly, A nice, warm, cozy bed our alibi. Close your eyes, my precious dear, Bogeyman can’t come near. Dream of stars, crystal clear, In our love, there’s naught to fear.…

  • tanka for an overcast day

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    at the edge of rain empty cup by unlit fire dark wet circles form lunch simmers in the crockpot maybe I should go inside 2-11-2024

  • (untitled)

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    maybe this needs a title maybe it don’t maybe it matters maybe it don’t maybe you care maybe you don’t maybe you will maybe you won’t ____ maybe there is no alternate universe maybe there is maybe in an alternate universe this has already happened maybe in the land of revelation there is no time…

  • Boomer boy blues

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    I grow tired of taking blame for someone else’s transgressions. I’m not your shitty father, your handsy uncle, your asshole boyfriend, the chauvinist boss who thinks all women secretly desire him I’m dealing with my own past, my ignorance and lack empathy. I refuse to hide under a pile of dirty laundry so you can…