My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • among rocks

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    cfblack
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    run without restraint into the wilderness without the limp of insults to this body sit among rocks – comforted and comfortable watching for stray dogs and feral cats to see where they run, where they go where they find shelter from the rain 8-23-22

  • The gospel of Lazarus

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    cfblack
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    Before turtles come to sun upon the bank Before heron stalk shallow water for fish Before flocks come to feast on scattered bread Rise up, walk along the shore of sleep, Pour caffeine libations among the reeds Before the rain returns, again 8-23-22

  • space station roulette

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    cfblack
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    What if, while up in the space station Russia and the US decide to come to blows and one side decides the cost of winning or losing is too much to bear and nuclear war breaks out? When the occupants of the space station return to their dead planet, do they choose up sides, again…

  • Day old Tang

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    cfblack
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    On the western edge of Eastern Time Pink and lavender clouds curtain the horizon You race west into the sunset Before your cell phone clock Back flips into Central Time You haven’t bothered to calculate the spin And tilt of the earth, the angle And slope of the road or the speed of your car,…

  • summer rain

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    cfblack
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    Low rumble Distant thunder Light rain Sun out Somewhere There’s a rainbow Go out And see 8-8-22

  • night sounds

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    cfblack
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    I am a thought of the green frog that hides in a tree in our front yard calling out come find me 8-7-22

  • Tanka for a hot summer night

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    cfblack
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    sitting on the porch frogs call cadence in the dark possum waddles by neighbor’s grey cat cuts through yard late summer firefly ignites 8-7-22

  • Blue coffee cup

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    Before deep shadows grow into bright my blue coffee cup and I go for a walk. Red breasted robin lands at my feet, ambles forward on spindly legs in front of me. I veer left towards the pond; it rises up and flies off to my right. Birds don’t talk human and I don’t tweet…

  • haiku hotness

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    cfblack
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    asphalt burns your feet day dream hot sandy beaches location matters 8-5-22

  • Dog days of summer

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    cfblack
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    These are the dog days of summer mornings so hot frogs are silent, turtles don’t bask on banks and the insect chorus is tacit. Except for one or two still trying to attract a mate; the rest have gone to ground to snuggle and breed, died from exhaustion or just delirious from the heat. Which…