By Halves
When we are revealed
In diaspora
When we are outcast
Of Earth
When all we have is gone
Used up to stay alive
When there is nothing more than
Scant hope, threadbare-blown
Then we might turn to each other
In remembrance
Of promises we never
Broached
Wishing we could know each
Other now
C L Couch
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Tell Me a Story
Blue lights
And silver magic
Castle ruins inhabited
By cursed creatures
The hero comes to help
Can she or he save the day
Or better
Save the night
This is what I want
And where I want to be
Will you take me there
To leave me for
A while
Read to me, and let me dream
The pages into life
C L Couch
If We Dance
(#InternationalWomensDay)
a circle and a cross
the symbol for Earth has the cross inside
but this is close enough
to know
the movement is planet-wide
there are things that
don’t need new reason
for dealing with the ancient one
there is gender
women number more
the feminine make up half at least
of who we are
one by one
and altogether
who are we without
we are not whole
we countermand creation
what other gaps cannot be filled
with sex, yes, and
decision
we are strong
and strength will out
muscle and what’s beneath
indifference energized
to charge the fight
for what should be evidential reason
someday a woman will preside
over the table
as a woman did, once
and long ago
inviting her will be
forgone
by then
let women rule
no let about it
women can and will
seek the alliance now
call it marriage
friendship
partnering or
of a presidency
in place and time
call it quits on
masculine oppression
give up the gate
that she has managed age
by age
the less-than-half survive
through what she does
the rest, the most
already know
let her in
before she keeps the rest away
celebrate the whole one
we can be
C L Couch
https://www.internationalwomensday.com/
#InternationalWomensDay
Petition
While I slept, I slept
It’s not so easy anymore
Being tired isn’t enough
I need to know something was
Done
While I was awake
Nothing monumental
Something small will do
Something small I might have done
For you
C L Couch
Present
(note—yes, I saw the movie recently)
Nature and human come
Together for a sabbath day
A wilderness of possibilities set
Apart for eternity
The beauty in Amherst might
Say
(she’d say it better)
Today I might be walking—
Will you walk with me, too?
Only if the crowd—will
Not be walking with you
A host of dashes hers to call
She commands them
Connections between words and a
Cosmos of actions
Options that will satisfy
Her divinities
We try to be friends—Emily,
The Lord, and I
But there is majesty in others and
Other entities to which
We must relent,
After the final time
C L Couch
Terence Davies on the Hugeness of a Confined Life in His Emily Dickinson Biopic, ‘A Quiet Passion’
Tomorrow Look for Litany
Quiet nature
And it’s not
It’s noisy—screeching, scratching,
Tearing, flapping, crying out
In pain or loss or delight
It’s an uneven, all-textured
Unbalanced affair
Not all spheres are smooth in space,
Not every nest has beauty
There are scars and broken limbs
That bespeak mortality
But could we have it any other way
There is math in the nautilus
And harmony when mourning doves
Begin the day in need
Conversing with each other:
Come, join me
In this tree, set with me
C L Couch
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