My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

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    yesterday it snowed blooms from a Bradford pear tree and for a moment it did not feel invasive 3-25-24

  • polecat pheromones

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    killing time currency of youth scavenger hunt for answers gather at the ball court – without a ball oblivious of the smell who am I to judge killing time 3-25-24

  • The 5th dimension

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    someone wrote, we are star dust, we are golden sang about a new age dawning I’m okay with that, but not in the twinkle, twinkle kinda way I imagine mad, Van Gogh pinwheel galaxies colliding dying stars gone super nova disappear into black holes reappear as new beginnings over and over again imploding and exploding,…

  • Spring haiku

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    White clover blossom lucky four plays hide and seek among clustered threes 3-21-24

  • haiku hues

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    green trees sway in breeze red bird in lavender bush blue sky overhead 3-21-24

  • preschool

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    barefoot in wild violets and clover blossoms little brown bees make more than honey learning Murphy’s Law before I could read Momma pulled the stinger out 3-21-24

  • Equinox

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    The earth tips back into light Rise up a new year calls, awake Now is not the time to sleep Seed your dreams in fertile ground Till and weed your garden Pick the stones from your path Ask others to accompany you and walk each other home 3-20-24

  • Joy’s messenger

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    twilight’s grace, shadows creep, beauty lies in death’s embrace, silent slumber, souls sleep. whispered sighs, secrets keep, fields of stars, a tranquil space, twilight’s grace, shadows creep. autumn leaves, a gentle sweep, vibrant hues, a final trace, silent slumber, souls sleep. veils of time, memories leap, eternal dance, through time and space, twilight’s grace, shadows…

  • neurodivergence

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    For those of you (like me), who grew up before they did the proper testing, who realized late in life you were neurodivergent You learned survival skills escaping solitary confinement again and again and again. The scars never really heal. Often you wake with blood on the sheets of your dreams, catch your breath running…

  • storm of pollen

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    As if they could impregnate the universe, horny vegetation generously spreads their yellow spoo on everything. Because I have no pollen allergies, I enjoy nature and spring, but I feel sorry for my friends who suffer 3-16-24 (I’m not sure if this was a poem.)