My husband's poetry

Category: freedom

  • Chador

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    for the women of Iran and everywhere women are oppressed ‘Chador’ Autumn foliage reminds us summer wears a green chador hides so much that lies within in fading light beauty is revealed 10-27-22

  • haiku for the mycelium within

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    deep within hard ground something desires to be free open up, let it out 5-29-25

  • For Mussolini’s partisans

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    How many souls have perished, because someone else believed war and violence was the answer and the working class must kill each other to prove their point? If you are going to suffer and die for someone else’s folly, it does not matter how you die, don’t be a tool of their oppression and take…

  • Erasure poem

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    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…

  • Intercalary days

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    Today is a day for giving of gifts a time before the fast before the new year solstice. Chickens cackle in their cage, birds call back and forth in trees. I imagine them comparing the freedom of the woods and the safety of a restrained life. I have known both and long for safety, when…

  • Freedom ain’t free

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    The house I grew up in was not the house I was born in so I have no lullaby memories, just themes songs of Romper Room, Howdy Doody, Captain Kangaroo and Sunday morning hymns in four part harmony. I weeded momma’s garden, took care of siblings, snuck out at night to run the neighborhood and…

  • Intercalary days

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    cfblack
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    Today is a day for giving of gifts a time before the fast before the new year solstice. Chickens cackle in their cage, birds call back and forth in trees. I imagine them comparing the freedom of the woods and the safety of a restrained life. I have known both and long for safety, when…

  • Anatomy of a wave

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    She walks two sets of dogs each morning, rarely smiles or says a word in passing, waves from across the pond. You wonder how many emotional and physical acts of misogyny she has endured to bring her to this point and resolve to respect her downcast eyes and silence in passing and wave back from…

  • This is how it ends

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    like storm litter on the ground you’ll give up trying to hang on wind will push you from your perch someone will come and haul you away maybe you’ll rot in a landfill maybe you’ll ascend In fire pit smoke either way, when your time comes you’ll release your grip and flee 5-1-23