wind – Page 3 – My husband's poetry

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Mar 7, 2020

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in Birds, flowers, Racial & Social justice, Rewriting a fairy tale myth or legend, singing, spiritual, trees, War & Politics, wind

“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, None but ourselves can free our minds” from Redemption Song by Bob Marley Last night, you heard the wind talk among trees You heard vibrations given to the wind never die You heard old melodies that soothed a warrior king You heard his son sing descant to a shepherd boy…

Birch tree

Feb 23, 2020

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cfblack

in childhood, regrets, trees, wind, Winter/ Cold

a birch tree grew in my neighbor’s yard I would peel paper thin bark write letters for the wind to read snow would bend graceful arches of slender limbs to ground the winter – when ravaging ice snapped it at its base I quit writing messages to the wind 2-23-20

Canticle of bones

Feb 22, 2020

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cfblack

in animals, Death & Afterlife, history, irony, nature, singing, wind

in the rain in a green field in homage of another time stands an abandoned house we know what kills a farm chases a family to the city but not what kills a whale that swims in a field of green ___ bleached bone corpse stripped of bark where children played swung on branches laughed…

Numinous

Feb 16, 2020

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cfblack

in Birds, love, singing, spiritual, sun, wind

Little bird sings alone sings to buds and leaves of the limb sings to trees and light in the woods Little bird sings of love sings to rising and setting of the sun sings to wind and moon in the sky 2-16-20

all night

Feb 7, 2020

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cfblack

in nature, night, trees, wind

all night the wind talked to the trees I lied in bed and listened to stories about mountains, prairies and seas 2-7-20

Were you there?

Jan 31, 2020

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cfblack

in daily life, Fall, rain, trees, wind

Were you there when they hauled my leaves away? the last abdication of autumn The ones that held on longest remained loyal tethered to a branch when all the others fled If I had been there when they came with a beeping dump truck I would have gathered the leaves they missed and made sure…

The Samsara tree

Jan 24, 2020

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cfblack

in art /for an artist, beauty, spiritual, trees, wind

alone a tree stands by a field of plowed ground stands against the sky stands defiant roots reaching in limbs reaching out twists in the wind alone by a field of plowed ground silhouette against billowing clouds dances in storms brawny figure by a field of plowed ground branches hang arms nailed against the sky…

a storm

Jan 11, 2020

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cfblack

in rain, trees, weather/storms, wind

Sit on side porch listen to the dark Wind roars angrily at trees trees shake their heads and laugh Lightning rumbles like a kettle drum Rain beats ground gurgles in drain pipes Sirens complain on their way to a call Distant train wails goodbye. as it leaves for the coast Sounds of a storm racing…

Burning soul

Oct 19, 2019

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cfblack

in coffee/tea, food/cooking, for someone else, night, poetry, trauma, wind

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…

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