My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Estranged

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    cfblack
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    morning prayers in the park anole in bright green bush steps out on fence rail turns brown waits for breakfast to walk by you answer the phone “Hello” – anole freezes, turns, scurries back into the bush, disappears into green belated happy birthday wishes talk of life and poetry he reads you a poem he…

  • haiku for a lazy afternoon

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    Carolina wren warbles – gentle spring shower sizzles on blacktop 5-14-25

  • Advice for the artist

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    cfblack
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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

  • 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

  • ambergris

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    cfblack
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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…

  • Concerto in the Key of Aqueous

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    gentle rain thunder rolls overhead water laughs in drain pipes liquid syncopated rhythm in trees birds sing hallelujah songs sirens wail in the distance yellow school bus rattles to a stop latchkey children splash home in the rain I sit on our porch waiting for a key signature change 4-24-25

  • Spinning toward munchkin town

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    (“For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” Hosea 8:7) I don’t care if sowers of anger, inherit a whirlwind. They can reap what they sow. But a storm front has no discernment, no sense of justice; it roars across the landscape and spins until it is spent. Sowers of the wind…

  • Above the tree line

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    cfblack
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    (“I exist in two places, here and where you are.” Margaret Atwood) I built my cabin in the mountains. Friends bring me provisions. I cook them dinner. We talk until they are bored and descend again among the living. I remain alone to feed above the tree line pulling sustenance from thin air. 4-18-25

  • haiku of tidal pools

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    here along the shore the tide leaves living things I throw back in the sea 4-18-25