My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Empathy #19

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    In deep shadows empathy may fade Fractured world, in hues of gray, Lost echoes of choices made Tear-streaked nights, where dreams decayed, Heart’s whisper becomes a bray In deep shadows empathy may fade Mirrored in souls, reflections betrayed, The tapestry of kindness starts to fray, Lost echoes of choices made Yet in silence, a spark…

  • haiku for George Fox

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    walk into the light and your shadow will never darken your footsteps Composed during meditation at Columbia Friends Meeting House during George Fox’s birthday observance.1-7-24

  • Reverence for the dead

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    whale fall funeral bed repose of the decomposed nothing goes to waste bones picked clean piled on ocean floor 1-7-24

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    Clear the morning Clear the pond Clear the sky Crisp and bright 1-2-24

  • Pressed Against Glass

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    The enslavement of highly sentient beings for amusement in zoos and aquariums and calling it research haunts me. This is a sonnet for beluga whales. =================================== In crystalline depths, where whispers abide, A sentient spirit, in ocean’s embrace, A white beluga, in currents does glide, Captured, displayed in a confined space. Majestic prisoner of watery…

  • haiku for last day of 2023

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    white egret rises up green hooded drake circles brown mate heron does not flinch 12-31-23

  • nothing

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    nothing comes from emptiness not me, not you not the crow that calls harsh and often not the wind that chills the morning air rustles dry leaves . unwilling to fall everything comes from somewhere else why this is so I don’t know 12-30-23

  • winter haiku

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    heron stalks cattails squirrels race along fence rail mallards court offshore 12-28-23

  • The Day After Christmas

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    ‘The Day After Christmas’ or ‘Keep Your Damn Reindeer Off My Roof’ On the day after Christmas our son-in-law, Jean, gets up early for work, Jasmine packs and drives back to Atlanta, Carol, Leah and our granddaughter, Naylah, return gifts of wrong sizes and spend gift cards on shoes, the chickens are fed and snug…

  • Doors of misconception

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    Philosophers and poets say there is a doorway between worlds. Ignore the narrow path. The universe is ever expanding. Stop looking for a door where there is no wall. Gate keepers want a toll. Step around the door; it only slows you down. 12-22-23 “Thou art but one step away from the glorious heights above…