I know I’m old and stupid
Fell in love too much while I was young
And now rising is hard
To dream that what I believed
Was magic still
Might cast the spell
It might, you know
The color and the lines of love that
Make imagination and
Might make it real in time before
To what is dry and normal
Everything illustrative surrendered
To the age in mind of
Dust for aspiration
Of remembrance and renewal
Rather make for a
Place of once and future joy
C L Couch
I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that.
I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.)
I am a career educator, 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 my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at
Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher
September 25, 2017 at 8:13 pm
Sigh…I remember the splendor in the grass…love your poem!
September 25, 2017 at 11:32 pm
Thank you so much. It’s good to hear from you.
September 26, 2017 at 3:56 am
Hope you are feeling good, no pain! I have been moving but have finally finished!
September 26, 2017 at 7:29 pm
Congratulations on your move! Thanks for your concern. Still too much pain or too many pains, really. I’m trying to adapt.
September 26, 2017 at 5:51 am
Love this your words are so expressive. I understand the speakers feelings about finding it hard to live when you’ve been hurt before, when live takes so much time and energy. But I like the hope the magi that could be the “once and future hope.”
September 26, 2017 at 7:30 pm
Thanks! Your insight into the work is sharper than mine.