My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • haiku pine

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    loblolly hurls conesnot wanting to fight todayI slowly walk on 2-25-24

  • Good citizens

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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I am in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder roadkill stripped of identity kill or be killed statistics of war 2-24-24

  • Good citizens

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    cfblack
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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I’m in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder stripped of identity kill or be killed- statistics of war 2-24-24

  • Memories

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    in bare trees high overhead squirrels chase shadows on the ground and do not make a sound In last year’s dead leaves 2-21-24

  • Caravan of light

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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