My husband's poetry

Category: Death & Afterlife

  • Caravan of light

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    cfblack
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    deep within the garden of the dead serried lines of plastic flowers gazebo by a pond black chairs on grey concrete white pillars hold up the roof where no one can see webbed feet paddle furiously ducks glide upon the surface heron stands sentinel along the shore walk the bank among the trees heron flies…

  • When

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    cfblack
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    I guzzle Gatorade after a good workout rain drops smear the dirt on my windshield cell phone vibrates, 745 area code someone from back home Hi, this is John (Ball State1970) I took his class on violence he was still ABD, we became friends he asks how have I been – I say great he…

  • on the 3rd day of planting season

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    cfblack
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    White clapboard church rises out of clay Church yard cemetery overflows across the road Cotton patch stubble in serried lines Black plumed honor guard – crossed swords archway Someone preached a formal sermon “What the hell was that?’ Kilted bagger piped three times ‘round Lead the mourners to the grave Piped one last song Removed…

  • for a friend who just died

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    cfblack
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    edge walker man teeters on the edge catch him if you can heading for the border he was bound to cross the line force of nature – force of good edge walker man plowed a long furrow follow if you can 1-21-24

  • When

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    cfblack
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    I guzzle Gatorade after a good workout rain drops smear the dirt on my windshield cell phone vibrates, 745 area code someone from back home Hi, this is John (Ball State1970) I took his class on violence he was still ABD, we became friends he asks how have I been – I say great he…

  • Reverence for the dead

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    cfblack
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    whale fall funeral bed repose of the decomposed nothing goes to waste bones picked clean piled on ocean floor 1-7-24

  • Doors of misconception

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    cfblack
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    Philosophers and poets say there is a doorway between worlds. Ignore the narrow path. The universe is ever expanding. Stop looking for a door where there is no wall. Gate keepers want a toll. Step around the door; it only slows you down. 12-22-23 “Thou art but one step away from the glorious heights above…

  • Down so low

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    cfblack
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    falling uphill towards a grave fill in the cut earth today is about tomorrow turn a gnat into an eagle only the sky will capture your body as you fall 12-7-23 for this I created a new category: self transformation. If there is ever time, I will return to former posts & add this category…

  • Elegy for roadkill

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    cfblack
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    Rain stopped populating the pond with concentric circles. A generation of grandchildren dripped from trees along the shore. Before I walked for morning prayer, I found a dead squirrel in the street, placed it on a leaf pile the city will haul away in three days. I did not pray a funeral service or dig…

  • Jenny wren

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    cfblack
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    when she was young she asked her husband to build her a tiny Jenny Wren house painted blue as a summer sky a small dowel rod for a front porch hung it in the old apple tree every spring she watched tiny wrens move in once a storm took down the old tree and she…