My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Change of narrative

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    Orion’s misogyny myth Chases seven Pleiades virgins across the sky Let’s decorate the heavens with new stories Seven fearless virgins turn and chase Orion across the sky Castration in his future If he stops to catch his breath 8-13-23

  • Praying for the end times

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    Today, I mourn those souls, those true believers who prayed and sought the return of the Spirit of God But were either too early or didn’t read the fine print that the return was likened unto a thief in the night and they spent all their waking hours sitting on their back stoop waiting for…

  • maybe it will rain

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    squirrels are sleeping in robins and cardinals forage in tall grass dew lies thick upon the ground air heavy and warm insects are quiet this morning hawk circles high above distant train wails it’s leaving town but will return 8-10-23

  • Smoky mountain vacation

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    because they thought bear repellant worked the same as insect repellant and because they were too bright to read instructions they spent their vacation recovering from chemical burns in a small town hospital safe from bears 8-9-23

  • requiem for a K-Mart shopper

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    At a Blue Light Special, they met. Only one sub sandwich left. He offered to share. She accepted. Decades later, He sat beside her hospice bed Praying to share her pain. His doctor advised him to avoid Cheap lunch meat and white bread; He does not care anymore. At the Walmart Subway counter He pays…

  • Kakalaki man, or, Why Lindsey Graham Has to Bellyache

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    Momma taught him everything tastes better with catsup Mustard is a barbeque sauce and Duke’s Mayonnaise is a religious sacrament He believes okra is worthy of its own festival Georgia peaches are grown in South Carolina and only his mom’s buttered biscuits are the best Corn is why the moon shines Anything can be made…

  • Georgia morning haiku

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    at our daughter’s place insects sing to wind in trees crows argue in woods 8-5-23

  • Raleigh 10:30am

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    Above our daughter’s neighbor’s house Dead limbs stand among green Death In the midst of life Draws me in, suspends me in air 8-5-23

  • Long distance runner

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    Mother, poet, educator Always pushing yourself Harder, faster, longer We just sat down to watch If we knew it was a sprint We would have come sooner And paid better attention (for the poet, Michele Reese) 7-31-23

  • Infinity

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    You wake up dreaming about the infinite number of smaller and smaller fractions you can divide The distance between zero to one And wonder since the distance between zero to three Is three times the distance between zero to one, Why is three times infinity still only infinity? You decide this plane of existence is…