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Portland Oregon (haiku)

Portland Oregon

I have family there I

Think I lost four more


C L Couch


Four homeless people die of exposure in Portland in first 10 days of 2017




(for an October prompt)


Tolkien liked trees

Robin Hood, too;

Tinkerbell and Tiger Lily,

I imagine,

Providing shelter

And playing fields

For lost boys


I like trees


Two of these peaked

High like towers from

The wide suburban plain

Of the backyard,


Splindly reaching toward

A clouded sky on

A Pittsburgh summer day


There was wind

At night, and upon the

Morning in the yard

One tree had fallen


Large across the lawn,

Tall on the ground

Sibling standing over

As if to demonstrate their


Weeping willow


For many days

I had climbed into the

Guard now dying,

Onto a lumbered platform

That my father built


That lay square among

Round branches

Inside uprooted, plodding


Of grass


First time for me

With something monstrous

So close, so wrong


C L Couch

Psalm 32

Psalm 32

a song when we are done


Lord, I’ve lost it all

Age and youth

Health and wealth

Whatever I possessed

Is no longer in my



I wagered life

And sometimes won

Gained much, gave it away

Squandered some

As we are likely to do


Here I am, and there

You are

We draw closer all the


With all that

I no longer have


Do you still love me,


The mystics’ reply is

Yes, always

Yes from the Lord

Ovine Titanosaur

Ovine Titanosaur

A lost sheep led a farmer
toward discovery: broken
through terrestrial skin,
a thigh bone of Earth’s once-
roaming, largest dinosaur

(there is only one
rank above the Titan)

There is precedence in
looking for the lost,
lone sheep

Stored wisdom and
insight add to the
task and treasure while
reconstructing ages

So, too, does one grower
looking for one charge—

one smaller creature, seeking
green, having turned away,
now only wanting home

(Thanks to The Guardian
for posting this story)


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