My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Wanna Be 20th Century Southern Belle in a 21st Century World

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    poem to commemorate the announcement of a South Carolina native daughter declaring she’s a candidate for president in 2024 Wet cat at the kitchen door your daddy’s house is empty; he don’t live here anymore. No collar to keep the fleas at bay, no Kittles and Bits, no sunny window sill soirée. You’ve never eaten…

  • Faraway somewhere

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    4 am, half awake, deep-throated, distant fire truck siren wails. Its angry horn bellows, lookout! Complains again at another intersection. Ambulances and police cars sing harmony. Racing towards Hopkins on Garners Ferry Road, they do not turn into our neighborhood. In a faraway somewhere a family is in distress. Happy they did not stop at…

  • Late afternoon haiku

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    bright, warm winter day piercing bird calls rise above low hum of rush hour 2-13-23

  • Tippy

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    When mom fell at home and broke her leg, she was moved to a rehab facility. We knew at 92 she’d never return home and suspect dad knew, too. He insisted we move them into a facility where he lived on one floor and mom on another. Their little dog, Tippy, went to live with…

  • King David’s ghost

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    King David, part poltergeist, part friend disrupts my Circadian Rhythm with Psalms thumping on repeat. “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” David, the thought of lying down in green pastures gives my chiggers. But still your pounding rhythm drones on and on; “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” David,…

  • Deep in the Detritus

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    Do you think the caterpillar in its cocoon upon the forest floor looked forward to being reborn with wings and sipping nectar through its nose. I much prefer their second life, but I cannot speak for them. 2-11-23

  • A Lover’s quarrel?

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    They swim in tandem waddle up on shore and into the woods Soon it sounds like Daisy and Donald arguing on The Wonderful World of Disney Daisy swims away to the left Donald swims away to the right both trying to get in the last squawk 2-10-23

  • John Dillinger visits South Carolina

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    Flowering bush bleeds red on brown leaves moss paints asphalt green bright morning before rain Spring does not wait for Equinox to turn the key 2-10-23

  • What snapping turtles can teach us about politics

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    Adrift offshore a dole of turtles try to sunbathe on the same log. It rolls over each time one climbs up. They refuse to stop jostling and spinning for a place in the sun adrift offshore in a shallow, muddy pond 2-9-23

  • Haikus for drummers

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    peckish woodpeckers syncopate quiet morning a-ratta-tat-tat drum solo repeats over here, I’m over here a-ratta-tat-tat high up in a tree ancient mating rhythm song a-ratta-tat-tat deep in greening woods where prying eyes can’t see them a-ratta-tat-tat 2-4-23