My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • haiku howdy

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    summer lies lazy like kudzu upon a fence all heavy and green new neighbor’s brown cat looks for shade along the fence under choking vine late morning coffee familiar roasted bitter bean speaks to me of home friend in Sunday clothes a sermon is their path – mine’s a reverent cat 7-17-22

  • haiku summer

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    squirrels still wear fur earth tilts towards summer sun comes on skeeter wings ___ colors flit and flash ask the why of common names damsel or dragon ___ pray before breakfast get your walk in early, please find some shade and sit 7-16-22

  • Thread

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    Because we didn’t have money to throw away, mom would use pieces of thread to sew shut holes in our storm door screen and keep the flies and skeeters outside Because I don’t have memories to throw away, I will find pieces of thread to sew shut holes in our back porch screen and keep…

  • haiku swirls

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    overcast morning you imagine Van Gogh skies and wish you could paint 7-14-22

  • naps

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    …forgive me if I take more naps than I used to on the backs of my eye lids maps etched of places I’ve been and places I still want to go vignettes written of folks I know and imagined conversations with folks still here and folks now gone I’m not tired I’m just planning where…

  • the weight of living

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    1. Because they were loved and were loving Because they were needed and were needy Because they did not want to be misunderstood 2. Because they would not submit, they stayed, as long, as they could. Eventually the weight of living became too much They knew they could not wait long enough For the loving…

  • the drowning

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    On the night of her death She happily chased The moon into the sea Embraced light dancing in the surf Body shrouded in seaweed Waiting for the moon to save her 7-13-22

  • Cicadas

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    All night they sing in the trees hoping to breed and some of them breed and those that don’t, sing and they sing all night and some of them sing all morning and into the afternoon until it is night, again and you wonder do they sing in shifts or do they sing while sleeping…

  • morning news

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    neck coiled beak sharp ready to strike blue heron waits standing still stalking shallow shadows waiting for breakfast to make a mistake you watch fascinated unable to look away 7-10-22

  • old age

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    Because the feral grey cat was not blessed with opposing thumbs and death knew where to perch so ticks could suck its neck, there was not one damn thing it could do to alleviate the itch. It did not lament impending death and went on living, hunting food, rolling in the dust, fleeing just beyond…