My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Last night

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    One bright red rose appeared in my dream on a table in vase, on the floor by a door and a window sill. What it means or if it means anything I do not know. 10-25-23

  • Hippocampus ears

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    wood glows in the fire pit up and down the street as they prepare to dream neighbors’ lights go on and off lone oak leaf lands on my shoulder I hear my father’s voice say get up and go to bed 10-25-23

  • Broken Oneirocritic

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    before this riddling premonition nonsense descends into madness I apologize in advance for not deciphering in time dreams of your departure and mine 10-25-23

  • The Astrophysics of Mental Health

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    He read that in the darkness between stars galaxies exist their brilliance obscured by bodies of light spinning closer to his perch in space and somehow this lifted his depression if only for a moment A fish rose out of the water flashed in the sun water dripping from its scales before splashing back into…

  • Autumn haiku

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    warm breaths in cold air mist rises above water Jack Frost can go home 10-24-23

  • Southern rain

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    I am on the front porch, rain is in the yard, family in the house most of them in bed, chickens in their coop trying to stay dry. I don’t know about Georgia but it was a rainy night in Raleigh. I might go back to bed. 10-14-23

  • highway 21

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    racing through the dark lightning strobes the road wipers slap windshield hazard lights ahead pull off the road only nineteen miles to go fear is not my modus operandi I race through the dark an invincible fool weaves through traffic I hope they don’t overreach their skill set and take me with them before the…

  • Autumn haiku

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    yellow mixed with green leaves slowly die, nights grow long my jacket is zipped 10-20-23

  • a breeze

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    a breeze gently undulates blue sky reflections and shadows along the shore almost unseen barely felt on skin real as sin reassuring as grace 10-19-23

  • Citrus

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    life gave me lemons I sent them back and asked for limes wait staff said they don’t have limes and lemons are pretty much the same I said your bartender would never substitute lemons for limes with Margaritas a lemon is not a lime and does not taste the same 10-19-23