city’s strange noises
source of which I’ll never know
feel like country mouse
(from stepping outside first thing this morning)
city’s strange noises
source of which I’ll never know
feel like country mouse
(from stepping outside first thing this morning)
My name is Christopher. I use C L Couch because it is a form of my name that's genderless and easier to write out. I have severe writer's cramp. I am a career educator and writer. I also enjoy (other) fine arts. I am semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at http://www.debradanielson.com/.
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April 1, 2016 at 4:07 am
awwww. great poem from a random outside noise!
April 1, 2016 at 3:48 pm
Thanks. I guess I’ve been living near small towns and farms too long. I hadn’t thought of not knowing where a noise comes from.
I’m trying to get set into the A to Z list. I hope I get it right.
April 3, 2016 at 6:16 am
Ohhh. That made sense! 😀
I will drop by soon to see! 😀
April 1, 2016 at 9:09 am
Urban poetry 🙂
April 1, 2016 at 11:36 pm
Yes, about the city. Thanks!