My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • After the rain

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    last night’s gentle rain plays snare drum In the trees grateful birds sing in under brush heron hunts among cattails for breakfast green-hooded mallard cruises by waiting for Daisy Duck to appear. 11-22-23

  • Elegy for roadkill

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    Rain stopped populating the pond with concentric circles. A generation of grandchildren dripped from trees along the shore. Before I walked for morning prayer, I found a dead squirrel in the street, placed it on a leaf pile the city will haul away in three days. I did not pray a funeral service or dig…

  • haiku lizard

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    brown anole on brickwinter is coming, go hideit’s not Florida 11-20-23

  • Monday haiku

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    late November blooms bright pink flowers in the park this northern boy smiles 11-20-23

  • Breeze of confirmation

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    a breeze blew all the autumn leaves to shore surface now mirrors the sky uninterrupted pray a breeze removes dross from my heart 11-19-23

  • Jenny wren

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    when she was young she asked her husband to build her a tiny Jenny Wren house painted blue as a summer sky a small dowel rod for a front porch hung it in the old apple tree every spring she watched tiny wrens move in once a storm took down the old tree and she…

  • Because

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    because their past long term relationships fell apart they exchanged apartment keys on the first date and inspected each other’s bathroom, refrigerator, closets and whether they made their bed that morning because after the dew is off the lily it’s the little domestic things that matter 11-18-23

  • Politics

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    Two old turtles try to sunbathe on the same log When one climbs up, they spin the other off If they’d cooperate, they might both succeed And enjoy their time in the sun 11-17-23

  • Apple sauce

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    I grow tired of social justice warriors on the right and on the left. Their quest for blemish free skin makes for tasteless fruit in my neighborhood grocery aisle I prefer to shop local. Greet the Trumper on the corner who helps everyone on the block and waves when he drives by and the non-traditional…

  • Licking county highway

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    This morning, Momma says eat your breakfast You have a long day Two eggs, buttered toast, four slices of bacon He rushes out the door Almost a man Momma’s proud of how big he’s grown 8:52 am Semi slams into back of bus Big day with friends, last day with friends His day, his life…