My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Saluda Shoals

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    quietly, an anole blends into its surroundings does not call attention to itself joyfully left alone to safely go on about it’s business 10-1-23

  • While Carol sleeps

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    Listen to the morning Dogs, frogs, birds, distant traffic Slide up and down the music scale Siren wails, “Get out of my way I’m coming through” I mutter to myself, “I can’t to get out of my own way Go the F around” 9-30-23

  • Morning flows away

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    on the downhill side morning flows away into the street leaves it’s debris for critters a place to sleep or afternoon to sweep I don’t need the work but Carol hates critters So I will sweep the litter 9-30-23

  • The reader

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    Because I read the King James version of the Bible, I learned the misogyny of Paul could imitate the truth and sound beautiful on the tongue. Because I read Peter Matthiessen, I learned the truth is hidden in the narrative. Because I read Homer, I learned every hero has an Achilles heel and a dog…

  • Tag

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    one brown mallard swims circles on the pond soon a green hooded drake or two may come play tag until she makes her choice they’ll settle down, spend winter playing house upon the shore I wonder what brought her to this pond and how the drakes knew where to find her 9-29-23

  • three humble haikus

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    brown bird in green bush mean as a blue jay…curses if I walk too close mockingbird of change maybe he’ll winter over maybe, we’ll be friends every morning swear my father’s ghost sent him cut me down to size 9-29-23

  • It looks like rain today

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    It looks like rain today Cloudy, grey, pregnant skies The forecast says rain today I think it’s going to rain today Maybe it will; maybe it won’t But I think it’s going to rain today It feels like rain today Leaves turned up in supplication I believe it’s going to rain today (Randy Newman rocks)…

  • Forever young

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    I remember Saturday nights scrapping with the guys; Sunday afternoons hanging out, Music on the stereo watching tv with the sound off, Talking ’bout what we gonna be When we grow up. Monday morning news Sunday, 2 pm, three teenagers shot dead Sheriff is investigating. Parents in shock; trying to remember Jakobe Fanning, Dre’Von Riley,…

  • …As

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    if gravity flowed up mountains would grow impossibly high clouds covered in mud dirty as my shoes before a Saturday night shine slick, stone, valley waste lands sharp as glass beneath our feet oceans dry as a bone Noah’s ark drifting off in space 9-24-23

  • Date night

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    he trained himself to not drink from his water glass until he finished his entree, because the wait staff only returns in time to fill his water glass before they hand him a bill he does not complain, because he understands owners do not pay a living wage and the wait staff gets bigger tips…