My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Retired

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    He sat in his front yard, retired Waved at every car that drove by, because Some he knew, some he thought he knew, Some he wanted to know Some he knew he didn’t know, but It made him laugh to think They went to work and tried All day to remember how they knew him…

  • Green

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    Spring Green,, Wet Green, Green before flowers bloom Green mornings, Green days Green grass Green trees, Green undergrowth Green shrubs Green moss, Green garden Green weeds, Green upon Green upon Green upon Green Lush, Fecund Green 4-16-23

  • Saturday morning counseling session with an assassin

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    Red tailed hawk sitting low in mapled limbs. Normally you hunt from high above. Have you grown bored of your advantage? Feathered head swivels back and forth. What are you looking for? The park is full of squirrels and feral cats. I can tell you where a well-fed morsel of chihuahua yaps from dawn to…

  • haiku for a clover kind of day

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    spring clover blooms white childhood backyard memories and barefoot bee stings 4-13-23

  • Mother’s lilies

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    Do the lilies still rise up from cold ground by Easter Sunday Mother would marvel at their white gowns moving with the wind. Blossoms on long stems gold dust falling from stamens onto petal lips? 4-9-23

  • The handkerchief

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    Dad pulled it from his left back pocket folded to a dry spot and said, “Blow” It grossed me out one small square of cloth for all my siblings lined up in a pew To save my dignity I carried my own handkerchief quit sniffling in church or using my sleeve Sixty years on, I…

  • Good Friday

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    I dreamed sugar sweet pink Peeps lined the road to the Supreme Court, waved palm fronds and sang Hosannas. Redneck, washed up Nashville musicians played three part, off key harmony and got drunk on cheap beer. Chocolate bunnies masquerading as chickens in drag scattered colored eggs for Eostre upon the state house lawn, because it…

  • haiku for a breezy day

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    sitting on the porch watching wind dance with the trees nature’s playlist rocks 4-7-23

  • Mary Catherine

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    Mary Catherine walks her neighbor’s foster dog in the park and she smiles as it drags her along behind. Mary Catherine stops at the bench where I am sitting, because the dog wants petted by every stranger he sees. Mary Catherine says she often sees me sitting in our side yard as she drives by…

  • Anatomy of a wave

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    She walks two sets of dogs each morning, rarely smiles or says a word in passing, waves from across the pond. You wonder how many emotional and physical acts of misogyny she has endured to bring her to this point and resolve to respect her downcast eyes and silence in passing and wave back from…