Before
(iambic-ly)
Before the day gets too
Complex,
I’d like to say that
I am grateful for your love
I’ll think it later, too
But now it’s easier in time and wisdom
To remember, all myself,
That I am yours
And after
Then
C L Couch
Hermitage
Did hermits ever live there
Saint Petersburg
Or near Nashville
I guess when the Czarina
Or Old Hickory
Wanted to live like hermits, each
Went
To their respective place
Places that
Are museums now
And we can’t go there by ourselves
We’ll not have that feeling there
Of away and art
And loneliness
As we might live
Intentionally apart
For a time
Maybe, then
A hermitage in practice
Somewhere in one set or another
From which we return
To what the world has in mind for us
And we, you know,
For it
C L Couch
Terremoto
(Mexico)
It is the land that moves
Who pushes it
The Earth
And all of us
We lean into fault lines
Hurrying along
The motion
That will, by nature,
Harm us all the same
(Earth doesn’t need our help)
Loss of life
Among the rescued and the rescuer
Cold irony
In an otherwise heated day
We grieve
For our neighbors
And I trust will pray
Those who do
And those who do and don’t
Will think and plan
More actively
To live our prayer in action
This is mission
This is living
In a neighborhood
Of us
Somos Oaxaca
C L Couch
Earthquake shakes southern Mexico for second time in three days
http://b3co.com/mexico/da-de-la-bandera/
The Heart-House Has Been Scoured
Ash Wednesday
Wednesday for ashes
Woden’s day
Ragnarok
An apocalypse in folklore
God-belief
Has happened, we might
Say
Then gods dissolve without our
Faith, their
Angels cannot fly
Their agencies become the dust
Of skepticism, disbelief
The province of agnostics
Seeking secret
Knowledge
Those who believe that God
Is alive
I believe
Will take the ashes on our brows
Not because God is gone
But to make detritus
Of our seasonal
Distractions
The fatal kind that
Render clear sight granular
So we put the ashes
On the outside
Above our sight
So that clarity might be learned
Vision restored
To faith
A time starts now toward remembrance
To think and feel
These
And live
C L Couch
Ash Crosses and Social Networks
Apology for Valentine’s
I’m sorry
I didn’t mean to say it
As I did
I wanted to say something
So in nervousness I
Spoke too fast
And said too little
C L Couch
http://www.wisebread.com/12-smart-uses-for-safety-pins
What’s New
What’s news today
Is not the White House
Another administration might agree
It’s seventy-one
People who died when a plane in
Russia crashed
Adversaries, allies
Doesn’t matter
For all should be allied
In tragedy, in prayer
In all recoveries that must
Transpire
This trumps all
Care or not
Doesn’t matter to lives lost
But to help those who must live
Can’t restore the loss
Can promise a
Future
If we are there to say it
For some, that would be new to hear,
New to do
C L Couch
https://www.cnn.com/2018/02/11/europe/russia-plane-crash/index.html
dimanche
tomorrow,
lundi gras
because the season is
a day a piece
but excess sometimes lead to excess
in a binary way
so what if Sunday earns
in all quarterly respect
some quiet
inhalation
before the time
of beads
of jazz
of worldly processions
(you tell me)
exhales
c l couch
http://www.mardigras.com/news/2010/01/mardi_gras_bound_learn_about_b.html
Iran Hostages in 1980
(52, 444)
I remember the Iran hostages
Held there for so many days
I remember the rescue fail
Husks of aircraft on the desert floor
And I could only imagine
(And I did)
About the crews and soldiers that
Had been carried inside
It was the start of Nightline on ABC
Where we got reports
Each day (each night)
And always a figure graphically depicted that
To me
Looked like someone mummified in black and white
And the number grew each day
Without better resolution
I was reminded of
The Viet Cong kill count each night given
On the evening news
And wondering why
The GI count was always higher
C L Couch
http://jssyellowribbon.com/YellowTree/
The Enchanted Namesake
I read the story long ago
I wrote the author
He never wrote back
But then how many
Contacts were there like mine
To say the name
Was mine as well
Did he ever take it as an indictment
As if to say,
It’s not my fault
I had my troubles, too, with it
Please leave
Me alone
On the jacket was the mention of
A bookstore
Which sounds pretty good
To me
A good life for which
I’d wish him well,
Of course
Well, I thought the name was silly until
It wasn’t
And the English teacher
Liked in fact
Having a literary character
For a name
As well as
A real person
C(hristopher Robin) L Couch
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