My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • grey day

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    grey day grey clouds grey birds grey attitude the world won’t change because you’re unhappy change your attitude become the light 12-4-23

  • Cartography of wild geese

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    morning epigraph: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” ― Mary Oliver ——————————————————– forage among lost souls for sustenance hope, maybe you will stumble upon a way out or maybe quietly follow someone down an overgrown path to an unlocked gate or maybe a bread crumb…

  • Neighborhood sentinel

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    white crested head blue grey feathered body still as a sentinel guarding the shoreline how do you stand so still out on the highway siren screams emergency get out of the way I’m coming through and still you do not move you step slowly into the water stalk sushi breakfast neck coiled tight snatch life…

  • tiny acorn

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    tiny acorn misses my coffee cup bounces on the bench beside me rises high as a grasshopper landing unexpectedly on hot summer asphalt 12-2-23

  • naked selfie

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    Legacy baby Silver spoon in your mouth Strut long naked legs As if you’re on a celebrity reality show Great Blue Heron What did you do that made you great? 12-2-23

  • Hoar frost

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    Driving towards Charleston, sun luxuriates Like the backside of a reclining nude Hanging over a bar in film noire Road bends left – sun glares back You put down the visor and drive on In high weed ditches and fields hoar frost glistens along the highway, Mist rises where cold meets warm Thirty miles out,…

  • Plague of loblolly pines

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    crisp autumn morning blight of urban lawns rain needles on the ground form compact pads on the pond they stick in your screens and lawn chair webbing acidic and hard to rake only palmetto bugs thrive in their wake 11-28-23

  • Thanksgiving leftovers

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    The house is asleep you go downstairs, make fresh coffee, check your fantasy football lineup. From the window you watch chickens stir in their coop and wait for the rest of the house to wake before you go back upstairs, to pack for leaving and hope you will be able to leave before the post-Thanksgiving…

  • Prison wall graffiti

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    creatures of habit seem detached need familiar spaces and alone time tough creatures tougher still to be married to living in their skin a prison cell 11-24-23