My husband's poetry

Category: flowers

  • ambergris

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    (to a prompt) Belched up by adolescence on the shore of responsibility waiting for someone – anyone to find me. And divine that if they mix my stink with the fragrance of flowers their smell will linger longer on the skin of a wrist, a neck, between breasts. No one will know I am there…

  • Confessions of a feral poet

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    Mother did not want feral seeds to parachute into our yard and take root. She used to send me across the street to cut down milkweed that grew wild in the ditch. It was only later I learned monarch butterflies need feral milkweed to feed and breed and to lay their eggs upon. Now I…

  • home

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    Yellow and pink flowers, red camellias, Bright green pine needles on the end of a bough, Turtles sun on mud bank, Heron flies into the morning, Grey tabby stalks in tall grass Wind in trees tell me to stay 2-23-23

  • Sunflower haiku

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    cfblack
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    broken buds bloom bright slowly wither in sunlight and seed the future 3-18-25

  • Clover

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    clover blossoms fresh picked flower necklaces childhood memories searching for four leaf clover honey bees and bare feet momma pull the stinger out 4-17-22