My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Of the pond

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    still water mirror reflects the sky insects drone birds are quiet swallowtail glints yellow in the sun dragonfly skims weeds along the shore breeze flees hot morning waits for evening to return 7-25-23

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    Lowly and weakAssist meHelp me Omnipotent DoerShower meWith love 7-24-23

  • Turtle on the edge

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    How long will you sit half up – half down trying to decide your way forward? Are you disoriented from last night’s storm? Are you looking for a dry place to rest or seeking higher ground? if you could talk, I’d gather you up and carry you there. 7-22-23

  • meditation on the lawh-i-Aqdas

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    What is in the spelling of a name that makes it holy? While you slept in halls of cloistered stone, stars fell from the sky. Because darkness has no hold on tomorrow, the sun returned and the breeze called awake. All the clappers were stolen, melted down and sold, the warning hour struck, the belfry…

  • Sundown

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    light hangs on the rim of the sky bullfrogs call back and forth along the pond, tree frogs chatter in the foliage mosquitoes have become vampires clouds grumble about the heat and promise rain desperate cicadas scream come find me; I don’t want to die alone 7-21-23

  • haiku for a dead cicada

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    cicada carcass no more late night mating calls eat, sing, breed and die 7-16-23

  • Mr. Wright’s Kitchen Table 1966

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    green stained gym shoes sweaty tee-shirt sticks to your back smell of wet cut grass blisters from hand shears the sun grows hot you walk faster to finish by noon Mr. Wright calls come inside pours coke over ice condensation puddles on kitchen table he offers more coke; you drink that, too he asks if…

  • Atalanta in spandex

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    What if Atalanta was born a male and her daddy didn’t leave her on a mountain to die What if she hated her father and didn’t need a man to feel empowered What if she wore Spandex to intimidate her suitors because her lady parts were bigger than tiny Greek penises on marble statues What…

  • Reunion

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    Before the earth rolled over And said good morning to the sun, Rain came and remained until dawn. Later, you stood beside the woods And listened to gravity Call water towards ground And wondered about drops That linger among the leaves And never find rest Before ascending In midday heat To condense and try, again…

  • hot summer morning haiku

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    lovelorn insects sing piercing songs of want and need fragrant tea grows cold 7-9-23