My husband's poetry

Category: rain

  • haiku of tidal pools

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

  • After the downpour

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    cfblack
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    All day and all night the rain washed pollen from the air. Maybe the world will breath a little easier. In the downpour frogs still call, “Over here, over here, I am all alone,” sounds of love within the flood. Listen to the thrashing in rain, while Dow Jones swirls in the drain on its…

  • Carolina rain

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    cfblack
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    as the world turned round to light rain stopped falling one percentage point from starting up again tickles bare skin lone mushroom rises from brown leaves flowers shed petals moss begins antheridium dance lichen turns golden something eats the tree in our front yard from inside out mother would have enjoyed winter in a Carolina…

  • Autumn rain

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    cfblack
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    Rain pushed the reds, yellows and golds below water’s surface Gentle winds are stitching a new, bright, colored quilt for the pond 11-12-24

  • Good citizens

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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I’m in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder stripped of identity kill or be killed- statistics of war 2-24-24

  • dusk halos

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    cfblack
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    dusk halos light on the pole on water all day threatened rain static grey clouds rumble – soon the night sky may break thunder and light crack the dark I will go inside and listen to it rain 1-27-24

  • haiku rain

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    cfblack
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    rainy winter’s day sullied pond, full to the brim light rain tumbles down 1-24-24

  • Sunday haiku

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    cfblack
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    dreary, dreary dayrainy, rainy, rainy daydreary, rainy day 12-10-23

  • After the rain

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    cfblack
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    last night’s gentle rain plays snare drum In the trees grateful birds sing in under brush heron hunts among cattails for breakfast green-hooded mallard cruises by waiting for Daisy Duck to appear. 11-22-23

  • Before it rains

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    cfblack
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    Several streets over distant sirens cry. You finish a poem in the New Yorker about a blood stained shadow, peel an orange and wonder if a family, you do not know, has insurance. Tangy citrus lingers on your tongue. You go inside before it rains. 11-10-23