My husband's poetry

Category: Aging

  • Cassie’s hat

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    cfblack
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    sunrise, thirty degrees, take your blood pressure meds and crawl back in bed 9 am, put on Cassie’s hat, grab coffee in a blue cup and walk to the park watch mallards rush to safety on the other side of the pond as you approach return from the park, your father’s voice demands to know…

  • Poem for a young friend

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    cfblack
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    I sleep restless and sometimes dream about what I might have become, if I had taken the other path. That path still forks out before me, but I have grown content with this life and it no longer calls my name. Come, sit with me for coffee; we will listen for your name on the…

  • 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…

  • 4 poems on 1-22-23

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    01/22 – today is a day for reading and daydreams and capturing short unnamed snippets of poems that swirl around me #1 A young boy never sees a tree he doesn’t want to climb in his neighbor’s yard, the county courthouse grounds, grandma’s house, the gorilla enclosure at the zoo An old man looks for…

  • hope

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    yesterday, unable to wash the dirt of my youth from my skin I put on cologne and clean clothes and hope no one remembers who I was today, I do not recognize the face in the mirror or the voice that mumbles morning prayers I undress, step into the shower, towel off, put on cologne…

  • City groundskeeping 101

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    (soon to come: Potholes 101) This morning, in the park, everywhere, I move mowers and weed whackers seem to follow me. They cut grass and weeds and trash (they’re too lazy to pick up before they mow). If it don’t rain, the leaf blower guy will push it all into tall grass along the tree…

  • Retired

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    He sat in his front yard, retired Waved at every car that drove by, because Some he knew, some he thought he knew, Some he wanted to know Some he knew he didn’t know, but It made him laugh to think They went to work and tried All day to remember how they knew him…

  • This is how it ends

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    cfblack
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    like storm litter on the ground you’ll give up trying to hang on wind will push you from your perch someone will come and haul you away maybe you’ll rot in a landfill maybe you’ll ascend In fire pit smoke either way, when your time comes you’ll release your grip and flee 5-1-23

  • Greening clover

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    Today is the anniversary of my birth; a day when I was innocent and my parents were not yet disappointed. I put on old shoes and a rain suit, grab the umbrella from its place on the porch and walk in the park. Beside the pond I recite the name of God and ask for…

  • For Barb and Kathy

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    cfblack
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    on an old green swingset, new to us, we launched ourselves so high in the sky It threatened to tip us backward in the grass we would fling ourselves towards the sun competing who could fly the furthest I used to win a lot maybe, it was because I did not fear the landing or…