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a wintry morning (haiku)

a wintry morning

early in parts for winter

here and say morning



souls are trapped on Earth

not wanting release because

we like the cages



I’ll have Dylan rage

I will fight it ‘til I know

only relent’s left



C L Couch



Photo by David Clode on Unsplash

Half Moon Bay Golf Club, Yorkeys Knob, Australia

A Crimson Finch has found a nice perch and does not want to share it!





God, I relent

I love you

And I need you

Need your peace

I don’t know how to earn it

My ego efforts garnered

Wrath instead

But simply, keenly through me

I am exhausted

Sin and ranting about sin

Dreams of persecution

Ides of March

The statue of Pompey waits

For blood to paint the base


For all the darkness

Turn to judgment day

Wake me, Lord

Rather to a better day

A day with light that’s blue and real

Showing me another way

An approved sun

Love increased by

The breastplate that’s

Around, above, below, behind

Love can do that


Invade like an unrelenting force

Or withstand a worldly storm

It can come unbidden, unrelenting

But I’m asking


C L Couch



Photo by Jansen Yang on Unsplash

Saint Patrick’s Breastplate, a Prayer of Protection, also known as The Deer’s Cry, The Lorica of Saint Patrick or Saint Patrick’s Hymn, is a lorica whose original Old Irish lyrics were traditionally attributed to Saint Patrick during his Irish ministry in the 5th century. In 1889 it was adapted into the hymn I Bind Unto Myself Today. A number of other adaptions have been made.


Psalm 19, a song for when I’m terrified

Psalm 19
a song for when I’m terrified

In the middle of the night I
Had a heart attack and
I survived which are two

Things infrequent that is
To have the attack at night
And to wake up

I wasn’t scared then just
In great pain a pain I
Could not identify since

My heart had never been
A doctor’s concern so

I waited for it all to go
Away the pain the stone I
Felt upon my chest I even
Tried to go back to

Sleep and nothing went
Away things got only worse

I tried to count off what this
Might be bronchitis pneumonia
Or simply being too tired from
The semester’s work

The famous ache you see was
In my right arm not the left
So I knew it could not
Be that even though it

Was and as the sun was rising
I heard noises in the hall
Crawled to the door and opened
It and croaked a request to
Whomever in the hall

That could they there were two
Dial 9-1-1 for me and even had the
Presence to suggest this might
Be a heart attack after all

Here’s what I felt though
Through the whole of me in addition
To the pain a sense that I was
Dying and if so that I should
Let it go my tightening scrapping
Stabbing hold onto life

One word came to mind as if
I were hearing from outside
Though I was the only one
There and that word was

I don’t feel that now and take
No present comfort from that word

I think it was evoked to
Make me ready to make me
Less afraid as I felt more
The imminent loosening of this
Life in fact a relenting

It felt sad and serene at the
Same time

I like it here and do not want
To leave but I do think that
That word will come back


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