My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • What snapping turtles can teach us about politics

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    Adrift offshore a dole of turtles try to sunbathe on the same log. It rolls over each time one climbs up. They refuse to stop jostling and spinning for a place in the sun adrift offshore in a shallow, muddy pond 2-9-23

  • Haikus for drummers

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    cfblack
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    peckish woodpeckers syncopate quiet morning a-ratta-tat-tat drum solo repeats over here, I’m over here a-ratta-tat-tat high up in a tree ancient mating rhythm song a-ratta-tat-tat deep in greening woods where prying eyes can’t see them a-ratta-tat-tat 2-4-23

  • A Double kind of negative morning

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    In the creek behind our daughter’s house greening undergrowth, hyperactive birds, tree frog choral sound track. In a distant somewhere, a fleeing train calls out it has room for one more. Me…I sit on our daughter’s patio adrift in an ambience of now not going no where 1-31-23

  • haiku rain

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    tree frogs harmonize descants, trills and drumming rain listen under eaves 1-30-23

  • at our daughter’s house in Locust Grove, GA

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    Daffodils bloom in January, a dozen cardinals gather on the lawn. When the back door opens, take flight and chatter in the woods. Mom would like it here. Dad would like anywhere he can watch the football playoffs undisturbed and fall asleep by halftime in a comfortable chair. I wait to be happy doing what…

  • Lady of the lake

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    On the far side of water twenty feet from shore she stood looking at me look at her looking at me look at her… wondering why I came each morning and stood in the same place counting the name of God five times on each knuckle. I wondered why she was not standing knee deep…

  • QAnon childhood inoculation

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    squinting into nightfall pink/orange on gray clouds eyelids tired of trying gum grows tasteless throw it out the window mom said, Albert, if a bird eats your gum, it will expand in their belly and explode for a silly moment I feel remorse and then tell myself I’ve never seen a bird drop from the…

  • Hush

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    cfblack
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    Hush patient blue grey sentinel Walk quiet do not break his concentration SNAP squirming fish slides down throat 1-25-23

  • 3 poems on 1-23-23

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    cfblack
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    #1 Water is muddy After rain During drought Clear Of the Two, I much prefer Rain. ========================================= #2 Plastic bottle floating among weeds along the shore did the rain push you or did someone throw you in? I will wait for the wind to drive you closer to shore before I gather you up for…

  • Along the fence line

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    On a winter day I asked the bare bush that invades the fence line near water’s edge about spring and the bright green anoles that chase along the rail and flush their necks coral pink hoping nubile anoles might see. It replied, “Soon, old man, soon” 1-19-23