My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • 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…

  • Dopplar reading in tercets

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    storms are in the forecast, crowding my news feed, lurking on the radar do deer know to hunker down, the squirrels to snuggle up, and birds to go to ground we will stay in our house, sitting on the couch, clicker in hand, hoping the internet does not go out 1-12-24

  • Mama, Sing me a lullaby

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    4 am alpha wave music 432hz try to heal broken parts sleep can’t fix 6 am blueberries with oat meal and ground flax, try to flush the crap I need to let go 8 am walk in the park morning prayers try to create a quiet space outside of time 10 am go to the…

  • haiku for a chilly day

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    still winter morning bare trees tilt back towards sun await spring’s return 1-11-24

  • Light rain

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    light rain fly-thru breakfast menu white egret stalks the shallows grabs fresh sushi in beak and flies away 1-9-24

  • 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…