fire – Page 2 – My husband's poetry

haiku

Apr 18, 2020

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cfblack

in Aging, fire, haiku, rain

grey ash remembersthe smell of rain, fragrant springhow fire glows in wood 4-18-20

Haze

Feb 24, 2020

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cfblack

in Belonging / Loneliness, childhood, Family, fire

What is it about acrid smoke haze at dusk that makes you think of sandlot football family suppers and warm thoughts? What is it about burning leaves sock hat and gloves stirring dry leaves into a fire before you go inside? What is it about smokey piles dotting the neighborhood flavoring air like fog off…

untitled

Feb 23, 2020

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cfblack

in fire, spiritual, trees

Unless you have known fire seen flame consume wood there is nothing in ash to make you believe in trees 2-23-20

Arsonist

Feb 6, 2020

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cfblack

in fire, history, irony

History is not for sure who designed Nero’s clothes what song he played on his fiddle if it was a top 40 hit or if he fiddled at all but they remember the stench of Rome burning History is not for sure about all of his infidelities or if he was incestuous who hung his…

Burnt incense

Jan 15, 2020

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cfblack

in Aging, daily life, fire, habits, history, trees

No one wraps the news with a rubber band throws it up on your porch to read at leisure anymore Talking heads deliver it hurled in sound bites – abusive verbal beatings I receive mine from my news feed refuse to be yelled at by the properly coiffed and groomed Sitting on the porch reading…