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November 2018

God’s Particles

God’s Particles


What if they can dance

On the head of a pin

Would you

I’d like to think I might


What if they are atomic, subatomic

Then they could dance with partners of

Orbiting electrons

The matter, light and dark, of the universe theirs

While the music set by God

Plays on

It’s blood circulation to us

Its own miracle


For them, it is the reason

They were made

Missives in themselves

Stepping to the rhythm of divine


Will, submitting without thought

To a plan they can announce

With or without understanding

(their will is not involved)

Until all things are known,

And love will have the reason


In this moment doesn’t bear

In their slightest

Instep action


They dance, what kind of substance

And while they dance

The universe is delight


C L Couch



drew Roberts

4096 Naked Ghosts Mash de Roach on the Head of a Pin

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Nietzsche and Kierkegaard Advise

Nietzsche and Kierkegaard Advise


Out of the darkness

It’s only nighttime and some sleeping

I enter into a daytime of

New possibilities along with the old

Together,they become ongoing




A campaign, maybe two campaigns

Something for today

Something that will help to keep me going

A dream into tomorrow

If there is sleeping

If there is dreaming

If there is tomorrow

Though today must matter more

It’s what we have


C L Couch



SD DirkFlickr: High Jump TritonInvitational 2011


Big Inning

Big Inning


I have another Sunday

So do you

Maybe it was yesterday

When I’ve worked the weekend,

It has been a Friday


A sabbath is a gift

After six days

Though a maker might forgive

A perspective that appreciates

A day before

The next six days


I guess this means

God invented the weekend

And the nineteenth century finally


Way to go, eighteen-hundreds

Catching up after

Forty billion years and change


A gift in receiving should be opened

How will we open this

Hold it to the light

Show it to our kith

And then our kin


Batteries not needed

Already given with a source of power

In the beginning


There are times when we force cessation

For a time

The seventh-inning stretch

Standing for “The Hallelujah Chorus”

Making Mondayholidays


Pausing must be good

We certainly need it

I hope your pause is good

Maybe sometime you will join me

And I you


C L Couch



Photo by PatrickHendry on Unsplash


A Sneezy, Coughy, Whiny Day

A Sneezy, Coughy, Whiny Day

(a symptom, only iamb beats)


I talk through a stuffed nose

And eyes that feel the swelling from behind

It is a cold, I guess

Who couldn’t do without?

It forces slowing down, I guess

I read that Alec Guinness liked the kind

That kept the soul in bed

With a good book

(sweet irony that once I read this saw)


A challenge breathing clearly

A rheumy kind of sense

A day with some discomfort if

I move around too much


So don’t


C L Couch


Medieval Livelihood

Medieval Livelihood


It is a cold day

I like it

I’m not in an ice age

Not yet, anyway

Nor am I in exhile

Nor a refugee

From plague, war, or other

Vile happenstance


If I were,

If I had a family and a people

Now cleft,

Home destroyed

All scattered

All I might love


Then I might compose

As a different sort of wanderer


If I lived ten centuries ago

Or in one of many places

On the Earth just now


C L Couch


Brief Liturgy for Snow

Brief Liturgy for Snow

(an ordinary time)


God, you’re sending snow

So far, so good

In my unqualified estimation

It’s the first snow of the year for us

Colorado beat us days ago

Not to mention all the places where

The snow is perpetual

But we have it here like a new thing

Descending slowly, almost gently


Practice for the season

Dangerous? always

There’s danger in many things

At least this is attractive

And for now I’m cold in a way

That’s good, that works

I grieve for those for whom

Even this is too much

And hope my widow’s mites might do

Some good


It all might be gone tomorrow

Rain is in the forecast


C L Couch



Photo by ChristineMakhlouf on Unsplash


A Death to Ego

A Death to Ego



My ego is so dead

I’d like to bury it

A human term, I know

But for something very real,

I think

A part of us that takes over the rest

In heated efforts to say to the world,

Please let me win

My spirit rides on this


It doesn’t

And with wisdom comes old age

On the inside


The desperation part of us

Does not need to win

There are so many other things

Better things to do


And collaborate



Elevating everyone


And the feeling for approval

We could keep that at home

Where friendlier, more intimate

Company awaits

To care for the thinly-covered

Thing that needs



And a very real offering

To share with another’s

In that very tender place


C L Couch


An Actor’s Life for Me

An Actor’s Life for Me


Here’s the thing

I don’t like to be entertained

But informed, inspired, ennobled

These will do, and aren’t

They grand

(they are)

But simply to watch something and laugh

Or to be provoked for provocation’s sake

To be piqued

To be set on a train that has no destination

We go ‘round and round is all

(the frustration of my trainset)

Does this make me humorless



I don’t know


I laugh often, because life is funny

But I don’t require life to

Entertain me

I didn’t buy a ticket

Not for that

And here’s the irony (one more?)

I don’t mind entertaining


I want others to feel satisfied

To enjoy a good story

Told well

Sing to a winsome song

Be moved for the occasion,

Nothing more

(it is a great deal)


A performer

Who doesn’t need performing

By performers

One side of the theatre that I’m good on

The other side, ennui

Give me somebody to dance for

Yeah, that’s it


That’s it!

Charlie Brown and panophobia

But I’m not scared

Bring on the audience

No stage fright here


I always knew my lines

And held the notes in place

‘Til just before

The song was over


C L Couch



By The Walt Disney Company – Original theatrical trailer, Public Domain,

“The Music and the Mirror” by Marvin Hamlisch in A Chorus Line






I hope you hear me, God

Beneath the words

Not that they don’t matter,

Because they do

And there is accountability for


But in grace there is a filter

Not in people

But in the perfection of

Your senses

And your astounding biases toward love


While I cannot expect forgiveness

From the world,

I can count on you

Not for escape from responsibility

But for a way to learn

To keep it

And to live it


My soul’s protection does not have to be

On the line

Or if it is, not paramount

There are your ensuring promises

But there is the day-to-day,

My life on this side

I am not kept out like

The match girl,

Though I might share her fate one day

Yet I think you will open me

To bring me in

Where are warmth and companionship

Sustenance from heaven’s hand


Give me a chance

To hear and then to act

With those of us who

Wait for you

One way and the other


C L Couch



Melissa McCracken paints what she hears with Synesthesia while listening to music


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