My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Bird wake

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    cfblack
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    mourning dove coos in a bush sorrowful for its loss or does it feel mine? 8-29-25

  • The spy that guards my yard

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    cfblack
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    out in the yard between two trees a single strand of a spider silk like a crack on a phone screen invisible if the sunlight doesn’t fall just right its spider moves quietly between trees ensnares uninvited pests that venture in my yard 8-29-25

  • open mic

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    cfblack
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    I sit behind you, your head bobs up and down your feet manipulate pedals sustain, reverb, percussion, a looper button welcomes a band inside your head I cannot see your fingers, your face, your mouth, eyes staring off in space how many hours of practice led you here to play for me, for them, for…

  • haiku dawn

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    sun cracks like an egg yellow yolk on shades of green wet leaves sparkle dew 8-26-25

  • haiku of the moon

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    cfblack
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    the sun’s brilliance veils your face during daylight come the night – you shine 8-25-25

  • Southern Summer Sunday

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    cfblack
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    southern summers do not end until October three more months of windless days and green heat basketballs thump in the park children laugh down the street a mower tames unruly grass no hurricane spins offshore today no incessant rains I sit with a book and listen to Sunday simmer in the shade you may quarrel…

  • Philia

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    cfblack
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    The moon pulls at the sea. The sea responds. And so it goes back and forth never embracing. 8-19-25

  • a question for Merlin

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    cfblack
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    birds sing back and forth celebrating the day or maybe, they call out pick me, pick me or delineate territory don’t come too close? 8-15-25

  • melancholy haiku

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    cfblack
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    because we love, time doesn’t move in one direction it swirls and eddies 8-15-25