My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • late summer haiku

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , ,

    even in summer autumn and winter blow with ice cold memories 9-9-22

  • Milly’s man

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    gilded glass gaol albeit a pretty jar djinn or jinn no one knows it does not matter if you believe in ancient myths of magical beings waiting to flee imprisonment adolescence delayed never fully grown 73 years is too long to wait to be a man 9-9-22

  • Momma said

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , ,

    Momma said, Take your shoes off on the back porch, I just mopped the floor. Leave you muddy clothes out there, too and keep your dirty hands off my clean wall. Momma said, Come eat, clear your plate before TV, quit picking on your sisters or I’ll beat knots on your head. Momma said, It’s…

  • Deep blue heron

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    On mornings When fishing is better On the close bank We startle one another I, heavy-footed Coffee cup in hand You, wading the shallows All long legged Rising up to flee Heading west Turning north Over the tennis courts I prefer mornings When we don’t startle one another I watch as you patiently pluck The…

  • approaching autumn tanka

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , ,

    maybe it’s early but I miss long-legged spiders nets from bush to bush mating and filling larders in advance of winter death 9-5-22

  • haiku memory

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    fig newton Friday’s only take two – sneak one more childhood payday treat 9-3-22

  • her eyes

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    You remember the look in her eyes the day she came into your office holding his hand to tell you today was her last day of work. He said they were moving to make a new start. She asked for prayers and you said of course. You handed her your card. He placed it in…

  • Time voyeur

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    Late at night, when no one is up, But insomniacs and crazy old men I surf the internet for old movies frozen in time Always with the sound off So no one wakes I marvel as their craft Slowly fades from grainy celluloid It doesn’t matter to this time voyeur If they died famous or…

  • rainy day haiku

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    overcast morning flashes of light still splash up raindrops on water 8-25-22

  • Night stand

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    I saw an article about the planning of the funeral for the queen of England and she’s not yet dead. And I thought funerals are for the living, the almost living, the almost dead; survivors or rather temporary survivors filing past a casket or urn sitting on a night stand dressed up with an embroidered…