My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • Daylight savings

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    Last night, he dreamed he was playing goalie in a game of darts at a red neck bar and he refused to cry out Or go sit down because he wanted to fit in but he didn’t And he didn’t know how to tell them he only came here to find companionship and to drink…

  • In the garden

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , ,

    My poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was, ‘Philosophy of Life.’ ‘In the Garden’ ((the prompt was: Philosophy of Life)) This fleeting moment, life – travelers, passing through. Each breath, a whisper, each step, a dance. No destination, the journey is the goal. The universe conspires with love – let go…

  • sing songs

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    Sing songs of unborn stars In their birth a funeral pyre Life times of journey brought us their light Celebrate both while there’s time 10-21-24

  • Crock pot love poem

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in

    fresh soup for breakfast tomatoes, carrots and cannellini beans simmered all night basil, parsley and Parmesan cheese seasoned just right wipe the juice from my chin leftover soup for snack sitting at my computer talking smack 8-26-2024

  • Love cuisine

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    You say you’re not hungry, but she cooks fish sticks anyway, because fish sticks are an act of love and the world needs more love (Whatever the hell that means). She calls you inside. You put four on a paper plate, add horse radish sauce for dipping and go back outside to eat. Confident no…

  • adjustments

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    through a gap in trees light finds my face warms my skin I luxuriate in the moment then adjust my chair and return to the shade out of sun away from cancer they cut from my skin ____ how many weddings happy days in the sun did we attend in our youth then watched from…

  • woods walking

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    I want to tell you you do not need to be cultivated to be beautiful I want to thank you for your wildness, your beauty freely given 4-10-24

  • Tuesday

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    sunny day in the park, no rain, all day recess children on the basketball court two more picnic by the pond oblivious to politics, pundits, stock market, the price of oil, if America was, is or will ever be great childhood spring break happy to be away from school 4-2-24

  • Silhouette in the Sun

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    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…

  • Bogeyman Boogaloo

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    (some James Whitcomb Riley channeling) Hush, little darlin’, don’t you cry, The Bogeyman won’t catch you and not I. He hides in shadows, dark and sly, A nice, warm, cozy bed our alibi. Close your eyes, my precious dear, Bogeyman can’t come near. Dream of stars, crystal clear, In our love, there’s naught to fear.…