My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Quietly sitting

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    cfblack
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    because I walk too loud I startled you from your place among the reeds you circled cautiously overhead before you perched almost unseen in a grey tree at the edge of the field how many times have you sat quietly high up in a tree waiting for me to leave so you may return to…

  • Homophobic limerick

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    There once was a town by a weir, Where folks bought their food, snacks and beer. In stores stocked with ware, They chose what to wear, In fashion that wrapped them in cheer! 11-14-23

  • yellow haiku

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    last yellow leaves cling tenaciously on low branch unwilling to fall 11-15-23

  • Blowing in the wind

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    how many bridges burn with friends on the other side how many regrets with friends on the other side how many misunderstandings with friends on the other side before we run out of friends 11-11-23

  • In search of daylight savings

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    The sun rises slow between trees over houses across from the park and sinks too soon behind the ridge of Hampton’s field. I follow my headlights into the dark Autumn 11-10-23

  • F–k Henry David Thoreau

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    something, unseen, breaks the taut surface of the pond concentric rings reverberate towards the shoreline let’s me know I’m not alone 11-10-23

  • Before it rains

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    Several streets over distant sirens cry. You finish a poem in the New Yorker about a blood stained shadow, peel an orange and wonder if a family, you do not know, has insurance. Tangy citrus lingers on your tongue. You go inside before it rains. 11-10-23

  • Yellow leaf

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    Yellow leaf on branch tomorrow you will fall to ground by Sunday you will turn brown Monday’s squirrels will play in the rattle of your past the wind will chase you to the border of the woods where you may decompose in solitude 11-9-23

  • The beauty of dying

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    floating leaves interrupt an illusion of heaven drowning in water’s reflection Autumn falling up reclines in blue Summer stripped of green fragile beauty revealed before it slips below the surface and is gone 11-9-23

  • Batteries not included

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    engine roars to life throttle wide-open motorcycle manhood tickles his testicles two times ’round the park sunning turtles plop back in water tiny waves replicate towards far shore reflected sun neons low-hanging limbs one more time around the park to make sure everyone knows he has a big bike throttle wide-open motorcycle masturbation tickles his…