Land of Treats and Water

Land of Treats and Water

 

Old Dachshund and Old Poodle

Will one day find this

They look for it all the time

I hope in the kairotic way of keeping divine time

We will be there to meet them

To walk on grass that rolls just right

Up to the edge of heaven

 

C L Couch

 

Before the Formal Feeling

Before the Formal Feeling

 

When there’s pain,

Everything enwrapped that might be good

‘Til sight is pushed down toward the ground

And placing arms around

Takes nothing but

Dust and air

 

And ashes that rise to sting the face

And render bitter tasting in the mouth

What then is left

That’s hale or promising

The hope of life for

Tomorrow or even in time that remains today

 

I think I’ll have the drink that bites

And chew on some bread that’s burnt:

Salt and ashes

Herbs that sting,

Spells of ordinary stuff

Quotidian magic

 

The miracle in the day might be a breeze;

Some of the dust of flesh

Cobwebs

Might rise off the nightmare,

Lets gazing up to see some yellow light

 

Falling on new leaves

Caught in early spring

First breaths upon the earth

 

C L Couch

 

Chechnya

Chechnya

 

Where, reportedly,

Our sons are murdered

They will not sin anymore

Or commit the crimes

The states say are capital

They will not bring

Us down with them in shame

And loss of standing

Though we are prostrate in

Outrage and

 

In grief

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Crime Scene

Crime Scene

 

She was asleep

And it fell upon her

Trapped from life

That left her never

To wake again

 

It is a still scene, now

Xes on the trees

Still riddled with disease

But will not

Fall now except to mortality

 

Her home crushed

She will not live there again

The roof is gone, and

The better home will not have her

Again

Unless haunted in memory

 

The bitterness in life

That will go on

If in arrhythmia

A halting step to pace

The life that will persist

That must

 

C L Couch

 

http://abc27.com/2017/05/01/tree-falls-kills-child-at-lancaster-county-campground/