My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • 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 original…

  • After the rain

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    After the rain you gather lost worms stranded on concrete and throw them in the grass so they may live another day. You have things to do and walk past many more that you do not save and feel guilty abandoning them to die in the hot sun. 5-19-23

  • Greening clover

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    Today is the anniversary of my birth; a day when I was innocent and my parents were not yet disappointed. I put on old shoes and a rain suit, grab the umbrella from its place on the porch and walk in the park. Beside the pond I recite the name of God and ask for…

  • After the rain

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    cfblack
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    After the rain you gather lost worms stranded on concrete and throw them in the grass so they may live another day. You have things to do and walk past many more that you do not save and feel guilty abandoning them to die in the hot sun. 5-19-23

  • Among gravestones

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    Among gravestones of an old church With a place for children to play I walk along rows of stories Etched in stone Tidal marsh of emotion filled and emptied And filled again Life swirls above and below It is peaceful there 5-16-23

  • Growing a tree

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    If leaf and root learn to amiably communicate they may understand one another the leaf could gather more light to feed the root and prepare the tree to survive the coming storm and save them all 5-14-23

  • I’m okay

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    Some days the noise of the city aggravates; some days the noise of the city invigorates. Siren’s wail fading in the distance means our neighbors are okay. The drone of a plane means someone is going somewhere and is staying safely aloft. Faraway hum of vehicles means folks are going to work. Whirl of mowers…

  • Sip the morning dry

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    Like a ship coming to harbor, bullfrog calls out from weeds, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. Before heat chases dawn away, I watch day shadows shorten, ask the Creator to refine my character, inhale the last fragrance of warm tea from the bottom of my cup and sip the morning dry. 5-11-23

  • Haiku of Hoosier in the land of cotton

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    late, leafing, green tree ya ain’t from ’round here are ya? never quite accepted 5-9-23

  • Pressure

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    Two kinds of pressure Within and without Both will kill you If you don’t watch out One will make it rise The other make it seethe You can change the outcome Just relax and breathe Push your ass from the table Do not lick the pan Take a baby aspirin And your Losartan 5-9-23 from…