My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Winter morning haiku

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    mute black birds shiver mist laden breeze on cat feet softly wets my face 2-5-2024

  • Loneliness

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    He misses Chinese carryout for two, his ex-girlfriend’s mother and son, the thought of being needed. He blames their breakup on COVID, Fox News and conspiracy theories. He said he was too mad to pray. It was too recent and raw to attempt to talk common sense. So I just sat and tried to be…

  • Dear Pinochio

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    I don’t know what a real little boy is only that they grow into a man and I don’t know what a real man is supposed to be View Post only that crickets stop talking to you and reality is not make believe and there is no happily ever after 2-4-2024

  • Selfie at the OK corral

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    I feel sorry for the cow twisted by its head to ground to entertain the masses. It’s not my first rodeo, I worry the clowns might get hurt distracting a bull chasing its tormentor. Foghorn Leghorn playing Rooster Cogburn, strutting through the barnyard, Miss Prissy swooning in chicken shit. I ain’t no urban cowboy, lifts…

  • Reedy’s mirror

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    coffee with a friend Moon River rhymes with Spoon River free verse anthology about dead people restless adolescents weren’t ready are we ready now? tobacco jaundiced time portal walks by on stranger’s finger tips you couldn’t or wouldn’t sit quiet so dad held twitchy hands tight in pew two lifetimes later – right hand holds…

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    City worker says good morning Shares small talk about last night’s game Cold, bright winter sun Paints shadows on white concrete Not everything you can hear or say elevates your soul Turn, squint into the sun and walk away 1-29-24

  • on the 3rd day of planting season

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    White clapboard church rises out of clay Church yard cemetery overflows across the road Cotton patch stubble in serried lines Black plumed honor guard – crossed swords archway Someone preached a formal sermon “What the hell was that?’ Kilted bagger piped three times ‘round Lead the mourners to the grave Piped one last song Removed…

  • dusk halos

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    dusk halos light on the pole on water all day threatened rain static grey clouds rumble – soon the night sky may break thunder and light crack the dark I will go inside and listen to it rain 1-27-24

  • sharp pencil

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    sharp pencil never scratched paper or became a well-chewed stub eraser worn away to nothing 1-27-24

  • haiku detris

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    among wet brown leaves spiny seed pods lie awake for a chance to grow 1-25-24