My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Pinochio

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    My sisters and Jiminy Cricket taught me how to wish upon a star. Asian folklore says that a loud cricket means money, but it seems someone else always hears it first. My uncle said crickets make good bait and you don’t need to carry them through the woods when you’re sneaking on private land to…

  • On the edge of night

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    dawn paints green trees color of the sun afraid to abandon warm water vapor rises up haunts pond’s surface slowly disappears in cool air Autumn’s first leaves drift by unafraid of ghosts 10-9-23

  • circles

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    on a chilly, sunlit morning the surface of the pond reveals what I do not know circles in reflected sky moving towards shore let me know it was here 10-8-23

  • Abraham’s altar

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    Puffy white clouds, speckled sunlight, still waters on the pond. Belly full of human cargo glides above my head. Happy friends and family await its safe arrival at airport. I live a blessed and peaceful life in a green, green world. ____ I read today that Ishmael and Isaac’s children Are re-enacting a sacrificial passion…

  • Autumn

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    deep in the South leaves do not fear a killing frost they starve and whither from want of light the chill of northern winds I do not miss but Jacob’s many colored coat draped on morning’s shoulders would look nice 10-6-23

  • Truth?

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    I do not know the difference between an omen, an augury or happenstance and don’t believe the dictionary’s testimony is the only truth or final word this morning, after prayer a coal black humming bird hovered near my head, landed on a small branch, sat still, stared at me a bit, then rose up, hovered…

  • Vertigo in a crowded room

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    gyroscopic mud ball spins on its axis, revolves around a star whirling out from its galaxy core giddy toddler pirouettes in the living room, spins until they fall in laughter upon the floor 10-5-23

  • breakfast

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    remove me from the carton in the refrigerator crack my spirit on the edge of life. pour my yolk in a frying pan add local seasoning for flavor let it sizzle until done serve me up to feed the hungry clear the table, scrub the pan wash the dishes for tomorrow’s breakfast 10-3-23

  • manic Monday

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    Two ants, one from the east, one from the west, Scurry back and forth on a fence rail Follow chemical signposts on an invisible highway Left by those who came before Search for anything that leads to treasure They can carry back to their hill Meet in the middle, circle one another, Exchange professional courtesies…

  • A free meal is never free

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    barking dog welcomes daylight lone bird calls in the bush …failure to communicate a fenced animal cannot understand freedom It only wants to be set free 10-1-23