My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Drinking Fermented Milk in the Mystic Yurt

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    “Oh soul, you worry too much…” (Rumi) Post-modern Zen Move slowly into your Chi Wear crystal spiritual Drano around your neck Darvish whirl until dizzy Hobby Lobby prayer wheels (Dalai Lama approved) Dollar General dreamcatchers 2 for 5 YouTube videos guarantee Nirvana TM levitation at the Y on Wednesday Erect a pup tent tabernacle deep…

  • Do

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    Something in me always says I don’t have time to read the READERS WRITE section of Sun magazine so I pass over it. It must be some childhood trigger which causes me to do this so I continue to do this every month. It’s a habit and I don’t care. _____ When I get to…

  • Through trees

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    through trees on the far side of the park you see a white house, just a bedroom window you wonder is this a spare room, or is someone sleeping there 1-2-23

  • The last big freeze

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    New Year’s Day, high overhead behind partly cloudy skies jets rumble. On muddy banks turtles return to sun. Dark shells absorb energy, waken dreams of summer. Unbeguiled by a change in the weather, I mourn the ones that did not make it through the last big freeze and the citizen survivors of another missile attack…

  • Mindfulness

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    Between bare boughs blooms morning glory blue and wispy clouds of angel breath. Winged silhouettes on thermals. You adrift below them on a bench. Their shadows chase along the ground. 1-3-25

  • Cut flowers

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    “And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave” (Rolling Stones) cut flowers in a vase already dead we keep them only until their death can no longer be denied and throw them in the trash because they will not grow it seems strange to gift my lover a bouquet, because she enjoys the…

  • a bus poem no one will publish

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    faces of warped wood oak, walnut and pine deductibles are too high held in place with bent nails life in the fast lane on a slow moving bus 12-31-22

  • how many

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    how many generations of evolved fish only swam the surface near shore before the first one dared walk on land 12-31-22

  • winter haiku

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    red cardinal flits among last summer’s brown leaves colors of winter 12-30-22

  • The Poltrooned cat

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    “Discretion is the better part of not getting exsanguinated.” (Jim Butcher) This morning, brown moss waits for warmer weather to green, again. You startle a white heron. It spreads wings, catapults up on long legs, ascends in spirals crests the trees and is gone. Blue heron continues unafraid its slow hunt among weeds. White socked…