Family – Page 15 – My husband's poetry

For my cousin, Tammy

Jul 19, 2021

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twelve hours through mountains close by the river that drains a continent a brood of geese gather to say goodbye to the blue heron that waded the shallows I sit on my porch wishing I could journey over this eastern divide sit among the geese remember the blue heron before I migrate home 7-19-21

post July 4th haiku

Jul 5, 2021

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cfblack

in haiku, holidays

sleeping off fireworks nature is strangely quiet happy July fifth 7-5-21

Mums

Jul 5, 2021

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cfblack

in Family, flowers

Mom said a severe pruning Helps mums blossom After July 4th, she’d trim her mums So they’d bloom brighter in the fall Today, I think I’ll cut mums tight to ground Pile stems at the curb And wait for autumn to celebrate Our pruning 7-5-21

wool gathering at 4am

Jul 1, 2021

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cfblack

in Belonging / Loneliness, Death & Afterlife, dreams, Family

I thought I saw you across the room sitting alone in your hat. I tried to catch your eye, but you never looked up. I pushed back my chair to go over, say hello and ask about mom, When I realized you’re four years gone, you got up and left without finishing your meal. 7-1-21

For lack of a piece of chalk

Jun 19, 2021

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cfblack

in childhood, Family, hope, Kindness

Thoughts haunt; selfish thoughts that disagree with kindness, with what you believe to be truth. You try to be a better human, hope belief can erase the blackboard of mitochondrial neurons, but for lack of a piece of chalk a felt tipped marker has rendered you indelibly unclean. 6-19-21

Family heirloom

Jun 17, 2021

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cfblack

in childhood, Family, Time

Growing up, you’d stare at a family photo on your grandparents’ wall The one of your grandfather, his older siblings and parents dressed in somber suits and dresses, stiff, unsmiling Adult brothers arrayed in the back, three sisters bracket seated parents, a little boy on mother’s lap trying to sit still The little boy was…

The heron

Jun 12, 2021

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cfblack

in Belonging / Loneliness, Birds, Death & Afterlife, Family, love

The brood of geese that waits for a lady with a black dog to spread stale bread along the bank don’t know what the heron sees staring alone knee deep into still waters. Your aunt said your cousin likes to talk with a girl in a picture that hung on her bedroom wall, so they…

St. Johns wort

Jun 7, 2021

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cfblack

in night, self transformation

earth grew tired of the burden of its spin and night fell you waited in the dark for light then sat all day in shade you became thirsty trying to quantify half full or half empty emptied the glass while arguing acceptable definitions with yourself and went online to order St. John’s Wort hoping for…