Moon steps in front of Sun,
Insects flit about wildly,
Doing their own dance,
Sensing the magic
In the heavens up above.
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Haiku for the eclipse in SC:
In the afternoon
Sun is dancing with the Moon
A slight shadowing.
Moon steps in front of Sun,
Insects flit about wildly,
Doing their own dance,
Sensing the magic
In the heavens up above.
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Haiku for the eclipse in SC:
In the afternoon
Sun is dancing with the Moon
A slight shadowing.
My parents made it fun,
the chocolate and eggs
in a basket beside our bed.
It was second to Christmas in our house.
We colored eggs the day before,
a family time of celebrating
colors, design, new creations,
a custom from Mesopotamia,
where Christians dyed eggs the color RED,
to symbolize the blood of Jesus.
There is also the symbol of the EGG,
Springtime, rebirth, new beginnings,
the Pagan goddess, Eostre, worshipped the Sun,
a time of warmth, the end of Winter,
a turning of the Earth.
I don’t mind connections to
ancient times,
Our humanness unites us,,
Christians, take notice, the renewal of faith,
the coming of Christ, return of the Spirit,
the Message reborn again, and again,
the Sun rises on the horizon
at a different point from yesterday,
the same Sun, the only One,
who created us all from dust.
cfblack, 3-31-2024

Sometimes I imagine
my brother’s still alive,
he did not die of liver disease,
and he was never homeless,
I imagine him healthy, I imagine him, whole,
being the big brother he wanted to be.
I also imagine
the four of us, friends,
posing for a picture together,
laughing because, we never get it right,
one of us not smiling, or turning our head,
Boy, girl, girl, boy,
16 years from start to end,
We are all getting older now,
We don’t have much time, to lose.
It’s just the 3 of us now,
In the end, we all walk the path, we choose.
cfblack, 3-24-2024
I lived through it, covid,
this dreaded disease,
the panic, as it spread worldwide,
(It will never reach here!), and the lies–
(it will be gone soon!), the denial,
and the gloom.
We all watched, as numbers climbed,
I printed them out, stuck them in a book,
for my grandkids, later.
We all watched in horror as loved ones died,
and none of us knew who would survive,
our family, our neighbor.
Nursing homes closed to visitors,
A friend of ours brought her violin
And played to her mother,
from a window,
They wouldn’t let her in.
Schools closed, we sent kids home,
leaving them isolated, and alone,
staring at friends online.
Later, we would see the scars,
the lack of learning,
the paranoia,
the fears of being together again,
in person, face to face,
The loneliness they could not erase…
And then came the vaccine.
People no longer died alone,
No one has to stay at home,
Cities came alive again,
Masking went away.
But covid doesn’t play.
It is very much alive today,
shifting, changing, rearranging,
Shedding parts, growing others,
Continuing to make us sick.
but it can only go so far…
And now, in early 2024,
I find myself having to isolate,
As COVID finally found me.
I call my doctor, and because of age,
Get antivirals for the next 5 days,
Prepare to wait for it to pass,
Spend a few days at home.
On day 2, I test positive,
Wait the required number of days,
On Day 5, a very slight T line,
Day 7, one we could hardly see –
And then the cold returned.
Wake up with a stuffy nose,
Headache, taking Tylenol,
Day 8 strongly positive,
We are now on Round 2.
I go online to GOOGLE IT,
and find to my surprise,
Something I didn’t know before,
called COVID RE-BOUND exists.
This thing never dies.
It finds another way to make itself come alive.
It’s not like vaccine for small pox
that made it go away,
or the measles, or chicken pox,
This thing returns in another way.
10 days or more to stay at home,
10 days of not going to a store,
Of not being able to see a friend,
10 days of ordering groceries in,
Tonight, as I spoke to my children of this,
a message comes from a daughter,
She had covid a couple years ago,
She just tested positive.
Covid doesn’t play. It doesn’t go away.
We have found some ways to reduce the deaths,
Science has figured it out a bit,
But we have to continue to fight it off,
Get the shots, Keep it at bay,
Covid wants to mess with us,
It will come again, on another day.
cfblack Day 11, 2-10-2024
Whenever I die,
unexpectedly or not,
know I am with thee.
Whenever I pass,
Long, or very suddenly,
Know my soul is free.
Tell our family
My love is always with them,
Love is forever.
This life is so short,
the other is eternal,
and so much better.
cfblack, 1-7-2024
Giordan read a poem tonight about missing her great-grandmother putting her to bed. Interesting thought, writing a poem about my great-grandmother(s). I’m thinking of writing a poem for each one. I never met any of them. On my mother’s side, they are Dutch. My mother’s mother’s mother was Trijntje Van Shepen born in Annaparochie, Friesland, Netherlands. She married Martin Engbringhof in the Netherlands June 5, 1879 & was evidently about 5 months pregnant at the time because their first daughter, Fannie, was born Sept.27, 1879. Fannie, then, was oldest sister of my Grandma Cena, who was the 5th daughter & youngest child. I remember Great Aunt Fannie and have pictures of her. They immigrated to America in about 1882, went to Chicago, then down to the Lafayette, Indiana area, my hometown. In America they became: Trena and Martin Brink. The children were: Fannie, Flora, Martha, Clara, and Cena, my grandmother. There was a boy, Henry, born after Martha, who only lived a year. He is buried in the old Greenbush cemetery near No. 12th St. in Lafayette. I don’t know if there is a headstone.
My mother’s father’s mother was also Dutch, born in 1872 in Stiens, Friesland, Netherlands. Her name was Katherine Hanstra. She immigrated in 1889 to Chicago area, married Wopke (William) Plantinga May 3,1893. They had a son, my Grandpa George, 5 months later on Oct.15th. For the rest of his life, they refused to ever celebrate his birthday, because it was embarrassing to them. They also came south and settled in the Lafayette Indiana area, then proceeded to have 10 more children. My Grandpa helped raise and support them as a young adult, him being the oldest. He came home one day and found his mother, Katherine, crying because the kids had to start school & she didn’t have money to buy them shoes. My Grandpa George went out and bought them all shoes.
My father’s mother’s mother was Cora Belle Owens. She was born in Lawrence County Indiana in 1869, married Charles S. Reid Feb.27, 1889. They had a girl (Margaret), a boy (Noyes– interesting name), then a girl named Mary, my grandmother. After her came the boy, Walter, who also died as a baby of 7 months. (I posted his headstone in a post below.) After Charles died in 1917, she married another man 2 years later at age 55, but then herself passed 2 years later at age 57. She lived her entire life in Indiana.
My father’s father’s mother was Carrie E. Biby, born in Crawford County Indiana in 1860. She married at age 19 to a man 19 years older than herself, a man named JAMES AGNEW. (James had a father ALSO named James Agnew and this is the ancestry that stops with the older James. I’ve never found where he was born or who his parents were.) — The younger James, my great-grandfather, and Carrie Biby lived their lives in New Albany, Indiana. Carrie was James’ SECOND marriage, as his first wife died very young. James and Carrie had 4 sons, William, James G., Frederick, and Alfred, but James G.— again— lived only 6 months. His name was James Garfield Agnew & there is no headstone. AFTER Alfred, though, came a set of twins, a girl and a boy: Gertrude, and John Wesley, my grandfather. Now it gets interesting: James Agnew my GGrandfather died from a fall off a ladder while painting a house with one of his sons. CARRIE, then, lives 10 more years, BUT, dies in 1916 in an insane asylum, a famous one in Indiana, in Madison County. I feel bad that she died there.
Of these 4 great-grandmothers, 2 were Dutch; Cora Belle Owens’ ancestry leads to Wales, and Carrie’s to England.
Last day of classes
is always the same,
a mixture of sadness
and personal GAIN,
No one has energy,
let’s do this review
and get outa here!
Another semester has ended today,
Did they learn anything??
It’s hard to say,
It’s hard to believe it’s been 16 weeks!
No one has questions, and no one speaks!
It’s time to go home until final exams.
Look up those power points,
read them again,
then take that test, and wait for your grade,
“Is there any extra credit I can do?” they SAY,
“No, no, my friend, it’s too late for that,
It IS what it IS,” says Dr. BLACK,
This particular group will not reappear,
I wish you all WELL until first of the year!
cfblack 12-1-2023
(I was inspired to write this poem after hearing a similar one tonight.)
She didn’t want to sky dive,
She burned cookies,
She was a good mom,
She had a good heart,
She believed in prayer and prayed for us,
She always tried to tell me what to do.
She had 1000 pictures on her phone!
She saved pennies in a jar!
She was always getting rid of stuff,
When we left home, she sold our stuff!
She loved being a grandma
and being with us,
She loved the Blues,
She loved all of us,
She loved to dance,
She loved South Carolina,
She loved Charleston
and walking the beach,
She struggled with depression
and ADHD,
She loved Purdue sports,
She loved time alone.
She wanted to do better,
She couldn’t tell a joke,
She worked her tail off
to pay off debt,
She could have been better at making friends,
at being humble,
or making amends,
She never taught us how to cook,
She taught us all to love a book,
She struggled with how to use her time,
She loved lemon more than lime,
She wanted to find her ancestors,
She could really get on my nerves,
She stayed with us as long as she could,
but then flew on to other worlds!
Tonight, driving past the Statehouse,
we saw two groups on opposite sides,
each one holding up signs of their homeland,
each one chanting loudly with passion.
One side a white flag with blue stripes and star,
the other black-white-green-striped with red triangle,
One side with women showing their hair,
the other with hair underneath a scarf.
Their nations are at war, killing each other,
but we all live here in Columbia.
We all have children who wish to be loved,
we all worship God Who created the world,
Did He not create us all?
Did he build this wall, or did we?
Perhaps He built steps for us all to climb,
We start at the bottom, walk higher and higher,
then meet one another, across the top.
What do we do? Start down the other side?
Aren’t we all human? Can we not stay alive
on this earth that we all walk upon?
We don’t have to agree on everything,
we can call God by different names,
We just have to agree to see each other as H-U-M-A-N.
It’s really not that hard to do.
But when we allow hate to overturn love,
We become lower than the animal.
Animals do not kill because of hate,
They kill in order to survive.
One Sun in the sky,
One Moon at night,
One planet we live and die together on.
As for me, I want all children to live,
all children to have no fear,
all children to be with their families,
all children to survive.
cfblack 10-17-2023
“In short, for a few days we live on this earth and eventually we are buried in it, it is our eternal tomb. Is it worthwhile that we should engage in bloodshed and tear one another to pieces for this eternal tomb?” ~~ ‘Abdu’l-Baha