My husband's poetry

Category: moon

  • haiku of the moon

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    the shoreline has fled but I will wait here until ebb gives way to rise 12-26-21

  • Waiting for the punchline

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    Last night, I slept in and did not get up to watch the longest Beaver Moon I did not stand and wonder if an ancestor got up in the middle of the night six hundred years ago to stare at a Beaver moon I figure six hundred years from now some restless descendants can roust…

  • Fall festival

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    cfblack
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    day leans away from light mushrooms brown to rot gather high the firewood winter waits for solstice moon moss lies green upon the hill I think I’ll rake some leaves 10-12-21

  • Listen

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    summer night distant train wails amphibians and insects sing, too dog barks the waning moon the moon does not answer back you have no journey to take tonight no place to be come morning no songs to sing no reason to bark 8-11-21

  • The conjuring

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    She asked how high do you need to stack wood in the backyard fire pit before it is classified a bonfire and do you have to light it during a seasonal full moon (with a fancy name) before you shed your clothes before a conjuring of spirits before you dance in a circle chanting incantations…

  • Riptide

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    bright moon pulls dreams and fears deep into cerebrospinal seas me in my yard, you in yours 4-30-21

  • Winter woods walk haiku

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    iridescent moon hangs halo high above trees lone fox hunts shadows 12-28-20

  • Election cycle news

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    cfblack
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    tidal stream reedy channel can’t decide which way to flow emptying and filling with the moon he shuts his engine off lowers a trolling motor sets the GPS anchored without an anchor tosses his net for bait hooks mullet through head casts his line and waits for supper to bite his lucky day the fishes…

  • Church of glowing wood

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    October autumn night moonlight and street lamps we gather in the side yard with friends around a fire Offer fallen wood to the dark smell smoke….. incense for the dead, the dying and those who tend the dying before it is their time As folks rise to go home we offer virtual handshakes, bank embers,…

  • Translucent rags

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    After everyone had gone home only the pulsating glow of embers remained. I watched a possum walk through the yard. A woman appears in the chair next to me, wild hair, dressed in translucent rags that moved in a wind I could not feel. She says the moon is beautiful, I reply I cannot see…