My husband's poetry

Category: Illusion

  • color of the moon

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    the moon is not made of green cheese maybe brie, gouda, provolone or mild cheddar but green is not the color of the moon. 9-26-24

  • Dear Pinochio

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    I don’t know what a real little boy is only that they grow into a man and I don’t know what a real man is supposed to be View Post only that crickets stop talking to you and reality is not make believe and there is no happily ever after 2-4-2024

  • Silhouette in the Sun

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    cfblack
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    she sat by the open window her breasts uncovered reading Anais Nin he sat on the floor in the corner with a notebook perfecting his impersonation of Henry Miller writing a pulp fiction novel when the semester ended and the rent came due she moved home to her parents he moved to the coast and…

  • a door with no window

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    Poem written from the prompt, ‘Magic Door’ behind a windowless door secret worlds await twist of the knob a gentle push careful it may lock behind you dreams take flight fairies dance dragons soar phoenixes rise where time stands still magic is not always good give me a door with a window 9-9-24

  • Fabric of existence

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    Poem written to the prompt: Illusion dance of shadows illusion’s veil cloak of mystery grand spectacle ephemeral eternal we are beguiled kaleidoscope of perception mirages in mind’s deserts essence of our being light and shadow crashing cast aside veils dance naked on the stage 4-9-24