My husband's poetry

Category: poetry

  • Upon a hill

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , , ,

    Upon a hill there stands a house, Windows gaze out softly on the farm, Dawn wakes quiet as a mouse. Furrows stitch fields like hems on a blouse Each row a hymn, each row a psalm, Upon a hill there stands a house. Winds over hay, a gentle spouse, Lingers warm, protective and calm, Dawn…

  • open mic

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in

    I sit behind you, your head bobs up and down your feet manipulate pedals sustain, reverb, percussion, a looper button welcomes a band inside your head I cannot see your fingers, your face, your mouth, eyes staring off in space how many hours of practice led you here to play for me, for them, for…

  • Night’s curtain

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    at night you write poems with ink of light etching ancient truths on night’s curtain the white hot pen does not sear your fingers in the morning words melt away in sunlight you try to remember what is written a bright stylus pressing against the night your only memory 8-9-25

  • Summer rain

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    in fading light on our front porch sit…read Thomas Hardy’s poems while rain drums tympany on the roof of my regrets 7-11-25

  • Estranged

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , , ,

    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…

  • Erasure poem

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    Reading the news, I thought I’d do an erasure poem with the Bill of Rights and soon I had an empty page. We need to take back and fill in the blanks with our rights before we forget we ever had them. Carve them on the backs of our hands and on our foreheads. Let…

  • A found poem

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    Despite Gravity Soaring The World Is Green Again Spring Watching the Small Sky Colored Butterflies Butterflies The Way to Jesus (listing of poems in the Table of Contents, Section IV, Despite Gravity by Marjory Heath Wentworth) 4-11-25

  • haiku while reading Rupi Kaur

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    a thousand kind words but you obsess on one slight I am poor at math 3-18-25

  • Saturday haiku

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    bookstore paradise Christmas carols overhead reading Walt Whitman 11-30-24

  • Autumn tercets

    —

    by

    cfblack
    in , ,

    clad in stealth mode daylight climbs in my window birds sing the sun awake sky goes gently blue wind collects distant reveille lays it on the porch coffee in a cup crock pot simmered all night beef stew for breakfast a chilly 45 degrees feels like camping weather put a sweater on 10-15-24