My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • haiku rain

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    slow rain 3 am nuanced dripping flow of sound siren’s sad refrain 6-8-23

  • Sand in my shoes

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    I wish I were a mystical man but my toes curl into the sand. I daydream intricate math equations, design homes and landscapes unable to afford the cost. I intuit award winning poems and novels I have no patience or skills to write. Yet, still I wish I were a mystical man but my toes…

  • Cat lady

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    middle of road hands in air angry, sad, devastated bends down gathers up limp kitten no crows or buzzards will pick its bones 6-5-23

  • Cashews

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    Racing south towards home. mist on the windshield, white clouds on green mountains. The crunch of cashews keeps me awake. Tonight, I’ll sleep in my bed. 5-29-23

  • Waking in a strange house

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    Above my head blue jay searches in roof gutter finds just the right piece and flies away. A deer samples leaves in the underbrush. Distant motorcycle accelerates, shifts gears and is gone. Family wakes on the other side of the door,; soon, I will go inside to sit on the couch until it is time…

  • Of the pond

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    two weeks ago three yellow goslings followed parents around the pond last week they were gone maybe it was a hawk maybe avian flu either way they are gone this morning, the geese swam around each other in ever narrowing circles until necks intertwined she shook her tail feathers and preened them back in place…

  • Morning

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    Sit quietly above traffic sounds a leaf tumbles to ground yesterday’s rain drips from trees a turtle slowly walks in weeds 5-22-23

  • Morning

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    Sit quietly above traffic sounds a leaf tumbles to ground yesterday’s rain drips from trees a turtle slowly walks in weeds 5-22-23

  • Translation

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    05/20 – sometimes I scan magazines articles to see if I want to dig deeper and they feel like poems – this is a poem I call Scan and Pick poem (in the order words occurred) from a New Yorker article this morning: =================================================== multilingual childhood between languages find myself untrammelled lyrical linguists Ay-Speak unabridged…

  • Translation

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    cfblack
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    05/20 – sometimes I scan magazines articles to see if I want to dig deeper and they feel like poems – this is a poem I call Scan and Pick poem (in the order words occurred) from a New Yorker article this morning: multilingual childhood between languages find myself untrammelled lyrical linguists Ay-Speak unabridged original…