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November 2018

T Time

T Time

 

Broken leaves are on the way

To atomized

The shield of fall is broken in with

Winter

It’s always a time of change

Don’t we know that?

 

I like my rituals

And of one kind or another

Know we need them

 

But retrograde is for the Earth

In winter’s northern

Declination

We can’t live angling back

We’ll only know eternity ahead

It’s our way

Don’t like it, take it up with God

If, tremulous, you can ask about the manners

In creation

 

Motion lives

Rest, that’s important

Forward, then, is not that way

But this

 

C L Couch

 

 

By 松岡明芳 – 松岡明芳, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11701874

 

Sky-Song

If only

If only

The stars weren’t so lonely

They wander in grace

And season of space

 

Sky-Song

(for Camden)

 

We have what’s good

Using it, should

A beach and a wave

And all of it save

 

Earth-songs we’ll sing

Seasons we’ll bring

We’ll have the nights

Gifts into rights

 

Peace ends the war

We come so far

Foes into friends

Newly-won ends

 

Aspects of grace

Seeing God’s face

Hearing the voice

From which we learn choice

 

Woman, man, child

Glory in wild

When fed the least

When we serve the feast

 

Finally, yes

Faith our best guess

All of it right

And we’ll have the night

 

C L Couch

 

 

(image)

NASA, NASA TV

 

Process-Serving

Process-Serving

 

The morning is enlivened

Mister Coffee’s gurgling

Hot water’s running for the dishes

I wouldn’t call this a quickening

But the day feels

More official, now

 

The typing here is quiet

No touch-typing, certainly no

Banging on a manual

Keyboards are largely quiet

Except when many clack together

The monkeys writing War and Peace

Why is it War and Peace

That’s cited in the hypothetical—

Why not Origin of Species?

 

Maybe we should write “War and Peace”

A hundred times on a blackboard

To value the former, keep the latter

And then

 

Write something new

Something with words that

Anyone might apprehend,

Which elevates the need for language

 

First steps taken by Cyril and Methodius

When evangelizing on the steppes

The factions understood

Not them, not one another

So the mission’s gift of love was

Words to hear

For those who would

 

But back behind a half a world

I have coffee

And a program loaded

Time to listen to the birds outside

And scratch black tracks of claw marks here

The solution

To an ancient riddle

Letters across the page

 

Pauses and diacriticals

Maybe to make meaning

Form a message

Then to send it

 

C L Couch

 

 

Public Domain (Pixabay)

 

Word Up

Word Up

 

There was no red phone

I learned that recently

Khrushchev and Kennedy used a teletype

To stand up over Cuba, negotiate

Through hardheadedness

A cold war

 

Now they might text

Or tweet if

Saints won’t abey their thumbs

 

There’s meeting face to face

And I guess the telephone might do

But we need direct communication

I learned this in school

How about you

 

Nothing like talking

Or writing with intent and art

Don’t worry

I never perfected either

And tire way too easily these days

From trying

But the message

 

The message

Still exists in words

That must be shared

From time to time

With care’s articulation

 

Call it ceremony

Call it ritual

Call it marriage day to day

Or the energy of friendship

Yes at the game, at work,

At home

 

Keep talking

Use words

In your better way

Sometimes, that’s all we got

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Vmenkov – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2910085

A pair of Laughing Doves sit on the electric (or telephone?) wires in Milyanfan village, in Kyrgyzstan’s Chuy Valley.

 

New Year

New Year

(first day in Advent)

 

Lord, I love you

But sometimes

You make things so hard

I’m not saying life can’t have

Its sharpness

We all get cut from time to tome

There are always to stanch the bleeding

But

It hurts each time

And some hurts, well, keep on hurting

Damaged nerves

Wounded organs

Burdens in the blood

I guess I’m complaining

What could I ask for?

Most anodynes aren’t real

And aren’t cheap

And I am not a boy in a cave

Who found a magic lamp

And you are not a genie

 

Some help, please—

Are you listening?

 

I am

You had me at I love you

 

C L Couch

 

 

note

in case you’re counting, which is a point for seasons, Advent starts Sunday 2 December; for the Christian church, Advent starts the new year

 

at A Good Morning Café, Los Altos, California (USA)

https://www.yelp.com/biz/a-good-morning-cafe-los-altos-2

http://www.agoodmorninglosaltos.com/

 

Hello, It’s Me

Hello, It’s Me

 

It’s Saturday

An ordinary day

Maybe it’s ordinary time

In the liturgy

Ain’t extraordinary, that’s for sure

It’s dark before dawn

Why was it said the darkest time

The fading has begun

 

Just before dawn, there’s light

It’s an announcement

I am coming

Get ready for me, day

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Jenna Anderson on Unsplash

Was driving early in the morning to shoot a wedding and saw this to my right. Had to pull over to capture it.

 

two poems about essence

two poems about essence

 

 

The Mouse Informs the Monarch’s Ear

(not by nibbling)

 

Should I ever become wealthy,

Which seems less and less likely

I’d hope I wouldn’t forget

The essences in things

The way the coffee burbles when it cooks

The distinctive bounce to hear in the final motion

Of the toaster

The delight in another day beginning

Sometimes the relief

 

I visited the Biltmore once

An impressive place

With its own winery and dairy

It might have been a microcosm

Of feudal living in the USA

(though everyone was paid, I’m sure)

 

I got up close to the see the shapes

Of lampshades

And consider how the cords plug into

Walls

The height of the walls, too

And all the light that comes through

Windows the height of churches

 

There is meaning there

It’s in first impressions

And the marvel of the smaller things

That, once the sheen is filtered

Another sense,

Are smaller wonders, teaching more

 

There is a church in Pittsburgh

That rose like a cathedral in the

Thirties

A source of jobs for many workers

With great and tiny wonders

 

There was a belief

Above the crypts, behind enormous

Doors,

That every church should have a church mouse

(for ecumenicity, I might have argued for

a cat as well)

And in the baseboard along the chancel of

A chapel, a mouse was briefly

Carved

A parable in wood that might be too easily

Overlooked

 

There are, or were, jazz services here

Another essence

Not to be missed

 

Pray, visit the world

In its smallest wonders

There are children there

And love in all its shapes and forms

The sounds and colors

The plainer truths,

The greater wonders

 

C L Couch

 

church mouse 2

geograph.org.uk

Trish Steel

The famous mouse symbol, found on every item crafted by Robert Thompson’s has an uncertain history. The story told by Robert Thompson himself is that one of his craftsmen remarked that they “We all as poor as church mice.” Whereupon Robert carved a mouse on the church screen he was working on. That particular mouse has never been found but it has continued as a trade mark of quality and dedication to craftsman ever since.

(not at the church in Pittsburgh; this mouse is in an English church)

 

 

Essencing

 

The essences of things

Are they too trite

To talk about?

 

In the feel of a dog’s fur

The line of well-wrought wood

The heart that beats in love

For the first time

Or for the millionth

 

The curves that make a flower

The sound when a fish leaps above then back into

Lake water

The horns of trucks and cars, which carry

Up the sides of close-in tall buildings

The sight of stars away from

City lights

 

A new word

An old one

A new world

An old one

 

A sleeve pressed

A rug that’s freshly cleaned

The sensation of bare toes upon it

 

Call on the muses

Supplicate

Remembrance of things past

(Sonnet 30)

And sights set upon the future

(any astronaut

or soldier)

 

And if there be five senses

Maybe six or seven

Remember time as one as well,

Which bears

All opportunities

 

Don’t miss it, then

And if you must rise up

Through disastrous need to

Greet a day in peace

Greater wonder then, at last

And first,

For you

 

And shame upon the rest

Who might

Have done

And must do better

For you

 

C L Couch

 

Photo by Alexandru Rotariu on Unsplash

(note by the photographer regarding the “Featured Image”)

I photographed this amazing dog in a small park. He was with his “master”, who was a little kid, not much bigger than his pet. The original photo was VERY unsightly, but I saw something amazing behind this “unsightness”. I took it home, passed it through Photoshop, and the result was a wonderful sight! It’s like I can see this ordinary animal’s personality! (If you want to see a before-and-after, check out http://rotalex.wixsite.com/photography/about at the end of the page) Eventually, I started a photo album named “Animal Close-Up’s”, this photo (Dog (close-up)), being Close-Up no. 1.

 

Eternal Flame

Eternal Flame

(on 22 November 1963)

 

JFK died today

It seems we murder him

Once a year

Not out of disrespect

(not at first, not now)

But because our curiosity

Cannot be assuaged

 

We want to know

We have to

Was it a coup d’état?

So many now are gone

Though not everyone

Maybe it’s easier to inquire

Today

And with the passing of more time

 

I don’t understand how

The killing of Archduke Ferdinand

Incited a great war

So much outrage

In civility,

 

But it was counted on in 1963

To change then calcify

The time

To change out daylight evidence

And what happens in

Shadows

 

No wonder our youth went crazy then

Protesting betrayal from

Our parents’ generation

 

Where are we now?

We’re here;

We want to know

 

The truth is poignant

It slices to the heart

Small cuts or one large

Vivisection

We live while

Everything is opened

Survival says we’ll manage

Once we know

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Eddie Maloney from North Las Vegas, USA – DSC_1812, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=31879783

 

Romeros

Romeros

(the caravan in Tijuana)

 

Pilgrims all

Seeking a thanksgiving

For food

For safety for the family

A chance to work

(work hard)

A chance not to hurt, sicken, and die

So easily

At home

 

Pilgrims for

Thanksgiving

Imagine that

 

They have come so far

Probably, we won’t respect that

What they went through to

Be so near

 

Will we let them in

 

From a land of light

Waiting in the dark

From a land in darkness

Waiting for the light

 

Will we let them in

Will we let us in

 

C L Couch

 

 

By IDS.photos from Tiverton, UK – Door to private chapel, Vicars Close, Wells, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25739058

 

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