My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • among rocks

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    cfblack
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    run without restraint into the wilderness without the limp of insults to this body sit among rocks – comforted and comfortable watching for stray dogs and feral cats to see where they run, where they go where they find shelter from the rain 8-23-22

  • The gospel of Lazarus

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    Before turtles come to sun upon the bank Before heron stalk shallow water for fish Before flocks come to feast on scattered bread Rise up, walk along the shore of sleep, Pour caffeine libations among the reeds Before the rain returns, again 8-23-22

  • Sunday

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    cfblack
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    Sitting on your porch reading a magazine and you want to Google the veracity of a statement and you can’t. Sitting on your porch reading a magazine and you want to Google the veracity of that statement, but you’re too damn lazy to go inside and get on your computer and you don’t. Sitting on…

  • space station roulette

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    What if, while up in the space station Russia and the US decide to come to blows and one side decides the cost of winning or losing is too much to bear and nuclear war breaks out? When the occupants of the space station return to their dead planet, do they choose up sides, again…

  • an overdue poem for a friend

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    How long did the tree stand stoic and strong before the crack, the fall, the thud, the tearing at surrounding trees on its way to ground? If I knew today was your day to fall, would I have come the day before stand next to your trunk or climb up and sit awkwardly in your…

  • Day old Tang

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    On the western edge of Eastern Time Pink and lavender clouds curtain the horizon You race west into the sunset Before your cell phone clock Back flips into Central Time You haven’t bothered to calculate the spin And tilt of the earth, the angle And slope of the road or the speed of your car,…

  • next week

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    All his life He imagined himself A great painter And swore He will start painting Next week Sixty years later He imagines himself Having his first retrospective At a famous New York gallery Aspiring young thespians Serve cheap wine And fancy finger food Last night He woke up Stressing That he still hadn’t Started the…

  • Cora Lee

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    On First Thursday evenings I imagine you standing in robe and slippers staring down into a cluttered living room Before you passed into a diabetic coma landing all bruised and broken at the bottom of a rising stair 8-8-22

  • summer rain

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    Low rumble Distant thunder Light rain Sun out Somewhere There’s a rainbow Go out And see 8-8-22