My husband's poetry

Category: Family

  • Ellipsis

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    cfblack
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    Sometimes, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between signal and song. I say your name, the moment hesitates… a bird suspended in the grammar of air. The world stutters with wobbled gyrations… in the fragile delay I feel you. Silent promise, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between patience and devotion. 3-9-26 Tonight…

  • Grief

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    Grief arrives unannounced …quiet as a mouse in the corner of a room nibbling on forever. There are no witnesses so you try to pretend it’s not happening as it runs up the wall and disappears only to reappear in the mIddle of the night wearing someone else’s face. A clock for a mouth, melted…

  • Used clothes

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    abandoned on a thrift store rack does the garment remember the body that wore it that sat cross legged in sun before we pulled it over your head fragrant sweat crushed grass stains abandoned beside us 1-30-26

  • Waiting for an epiphany

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    Between two lamp posts Santa and Frosty smile and wave One tin soldier stands guard None of them will abandon their post None of us will invite them in Tell them it’s okay They’ve done enough Until next year 1-18-26

  • Family Gatherings

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    poem written to the prompt ‘muted’ ================================ silent dawn, damp wind birds huddle on power lines quiet prayers, solitary walk drive under grey skies pull up in front of house greetings at the door pictures hung on pastel walls missing laughter and corny jokes muted ghosts in empty halls remind us you’re not here 10-27-25

  • Grief

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    I wake in the middle of the night and think of you. I eat oatmeal with blueberries on the porch and think of you. I watch steam rise from my coffee cup and think of you. I cook sausage and eggs for your mother and think of you. I sit in a chair in our…

  • The dance

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    When I was young I had no fear. I dove off bridges into the flooded Wabash, turned off head lights and raced away into the night on acid, hitchhiked across America, stood toe to toe with a cop and a billie club and won. I took my beating from a squad of his buddies in…

  • Prayers up

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    Movers come at 8:30 Junk/Salvage guys at 10 Suitcase is packed Coffee’s hot and fresh Patio is calling one last time Prayers up for Jasmine 9-15-25

  • empty haiku

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    sit on daughter’s deck birds sing in the deep green woods empty bird feeder 9-13-25

  • Feels

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    to get out of your head you go out you get in your feels and leave early sadness is contagious why infect others? 8-9-25