My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Lady of the lake

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    On the far side of water twenty feet from shore she stood looking at me look at her looking at me look at her… wondering why I came each morning and stood in the same place counting the name of God five times on each knuckle. I wondered why she was not standing knee deep…

  • haiku rain

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    tree frogs harmonize descants, trills and drumming rain listen under eaves 1-30-23

  • A Double kind of negative morning

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    In the creek behind our daughter’s house greening undergrowth, hyperactive birds, tree frog choral sound track. In a distant somewhere, a fleeing train calls out it has room for one more. Me…I sit on our daughter’s patio adrift in an ambience of now not going no where 1-31-23

  • Park bench haiku

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    blue sky speckled white western breeze, bringer of change forecasts cold and rain 2-1-23

  • John Dillinger visits South Carolina

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    Flowering bush bleeds red on brown leaves moss paints asphalt green bright morning before rain Spring does not wait for Equinox to turn the key 2-10-23

  • Deep in the Detritus

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    Do you think the caterpillar in its cocoon upon the forest floor looked forward to being reborn with wings and sipping nectar through its nose. I much prefer their second life, but I cannot speak for them. 2-11-23

  • Goose pond

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    Every year I watch you from across the pond put on a green coat, wave your hands in the sky, stand summer strong in the wind, don yellow and autumn gold, go naked for a winter bath, before you dress for spring, again. Do you watch me come each morning, prayers on finger tips slowly…

  • Rain

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    Friday it rained. Saturday it rained. Sunday it rained. All night it rained and rained and rained and rained some more. The ground is wet. The roads are wet. The pond is high. The river has burst its banks. The forecast is for rain with more rain and continued rain. I’m tired of rain, aren’t…

  • Rock stars and groupies

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    cfblack
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    (Poem written to the prompt, Cicadas) screaming in the night over here, over here Mojo rising looking for love seventeen years adolescence over hear my voice I’m famous now skin tight clothes strewn upon the stage any rock star will do screaming in the night 5-12-25

  • Advice for the artist

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    Gather mushrooms and berries in woods. Eat at a table with the poor. Walk among the brambles where no one goes. Crawl through the underbrush. The wolf stalks the well-tread path and the popular watering hole. 5-13-25