trauma – Page 4 – My husband's poetry

That guy

Jul 17, 2020

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in art /for an artist, Belonging / Loneliness, childhood, trauma

I am that guy that guy who stands in a museum up close to a Frankenthaler painting looking at an individual stroke where a brush fiber rises up thinking everything I discern had meaning for the painter I am that guy that guy who stares at a Kahlo piece from across a gallery trying to…

haiku for those who stand strong in the face of tribulation

May 31, 2020

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cfblack

in balance, determination, haiku, history, trauma, trees, War & Politics

green weeping willow bright Hibaku Jumoku deep roots withstand fire 5-31-20 Hibakujumoku is a Japanese term for a tree that survived the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945.~~ wikipedia

reflection

May 28, 2020

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cfblack

in Belonging / Loneliness, Birds, childhood, regrets, singing, sun, trauma

while night birds softly awaken the sun you try once again to empty the emotion of loss ___ the anger and arrogance anger of caring so much you hate your gift ___ you sing notes in your head you feel the reverberation inside roll off your tongue into the air ___ you caress notes and…

The Couch

May 25, 2020

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cfblack

in childhood, Family, habits, trauma

Change your filthy clothes Before you sit on the sofa Don’t put your feet on the couch If you want to sleep go to your bedroom Sit up straight, so three people can sit down Those cushions don’t belong on the floor You two keep your hands to yourself This ain’t no whorehouse When your…

Spare the rod, Save the child

May 7, 2020

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cfblack

in abuse, Belonging / Loneliness, childhood, frustration, trauma

All night, you keep waking in school wooden paddles on bare skin stomach punches behind closed doors Cold winter hallways laughter in the classroom isolation you still feel They are probably all dead except in your head where they hide and never leave Bastards keep saying you deserve it and you hate yourself for wanting…

For Arelly Silverio Huerta

Jan 29, 2020

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cfblack

in corporate America, Family, for someone else, immigrants, Racial & Social justice, trauma, War & Politics

To the brave young girl from Mexico who read poetry on open mic for the first time I applaud your bravery your humanity your reading through tears Thank you for your poem about family about fear about hiding places about love I promise you these crimes against humanity will end and we will have our…

‘Grade School Pedagogy’ or ‘Early childhood development’

Nov 7, 2019

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cfblack

in childhood, Death & Afterlife, insects, trauma

Days in the sun running through fields Pillow case butterfly net on a bent wire hanger nailed and tied to a stick Alcohol swab in a jar watch them twitch and die Stick with pin while body is soft and label for a grade 11-7-19

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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