My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Burning soul

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    cfblack
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    Chilly Saturday morning stale coffee warms in microwave Last night you watched a poet self-immolate on stage Heard words crackling in the fire smelled flesh sizzling like bacon You sat transfixed until nothing but ash remained on stage And still you wanted more part of you want to hug her Part you wanted to flee…

  • Light rain

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    cfblack
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    Light rain dim light of autumn Birds are quiet geese honk overhead In the distance a car alarm complains Every morning the sun sleeps in later When rain ends I will rake leaves Without being asked and think of my parents 10-16-19

  • Leave your shoes by the door

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    cfblack
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    This morning no rooster crowed to remind you of your denials All the times you turned your head and averted eyes Shortly after dawn a crow called from an oak warning you Of a coming storm trees stripped bare limbs broken Clogged storm drains yard full of mud holes in the roof revealed 10-15-19