My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Basketball in the park

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    Friends and laughter on a Sunday morning Odor of skunk has nothing to do with the score More air balls than layups Everyone thinks they’re Stephen Curry Bose raps fighting words No one backs you down in the paint like Mark Jackson Fast food litter around trash cans They still can’t shoot the rock Damn…

  • Allah’u’abha

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    Mallards glide by, you wonder if it’s the same pair geese chased off last spring. Blue heron roosts in low branches; shy dog walker, who never speaks, calls out good morning. Heron rises up in flight. You wonder if it’s an omen; fish splash in peripheral vision. Letters of the Living send guidance – finish…

  • Alice of the psilocybes

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    ask rabbits where do sylvan citizens store long winter’s hibernation dreams they wiggle their ears and snort, beware of talking caterpillars and grinning cats reshuffle the deck drop out and fold drop in, again cut your luck and ask Alice, I think she’ll know 10-11-22

  • early autumn morning

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    standing half in half out the door left foot on kitchen floor right foot on concrete porch cool morning on face bright daylight dazzles eyes 10-8-22

  • Putin’s myth

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    King Midas possessed a golden touch Turned daughters and friends to gold Lived at arm’s length with the world His kingdom shunned him Starved for love Unable to eat his riches – almost dead 10-3-22

  • Wood Priest

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    09/29 – meditation morning walk before hurricane storms Carolina shore: temperature drops tree tops talk nervously speak only of summer distant storm unmentioned like soldiers before battle some won’t make it you look around try to remember how they laughed before the storm 9-29-22

  • Rosh Hashanah

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    09/26 – this poem is for all my Jewish friends: Just before the sun crashed in the west, a distance horn floated through trees we did not plant, summoning Fort Jackson’s troops to mess. My ribs ached from a forgotten injury and I had a strange craving for apple sauce. I resisted its sweetness, reaffirmed…

  • Biopsy of fear

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    Old man steps out his back door into darkness, Shivers with apprehension that borders on fear, Childhood bogeymen who lurk in the dark. He gathers himself, reaches down for old habits: Steps off his porch, walks towards the woods, Finds a darker place among the shadows, Closes his eyes and waits for fear to become…

  • Waiting for Merlin’s call

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    The first day of Autumn doesn’t seem that much different from the last day of Summer, but you can’t stop thinking of aging and the miracles of ancient beliefs You wait for the alchemy of a warlock’s call telling you a negative is a positive and a wonderful excuse for a celebratory feast at an…

  • Battle of the Equinox

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    The pond grows strangely quiet, Geese and goslings fled weeks ago, Cicadas no longer sing of love, Sated bullfrogs sleep in, Turtles are not sunning on the bank, Fish refuse to break the surface, The heron has gone hunting elsewhere. Autumn equinox arrives tomorrow, Draws depression’s curtain and Reminds us night will overwhelm the day.…