city’s strange noises
source of which I’ll never know
feel like country mouse
(from stepping outside first thing this morning)
city’s strange noises
source of which I’ll never know
feel like country mouse
(from stepping outside first thing this morning)
I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing spiritual and occasional verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.
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April 1, 2016 at 4:07 am
awwww. great poem from a random outside noise!
April 1, 2016 at 3:48 pm
Thanks. I guess I’ve been living near small towns and farms too long. I hadn’t thought of not knowing where a noise comes from.
I’m trying to get set into the A to Z list. I hope I get it right.
April 3, 2016 at 6:16 am
Ohhh. That made sense! 😀
I will drop by soon to see! 😀
April 1, 2016 at 9:09 am
Urban poetry 🙂
April 1, 2016 at 11:36 pm
Yes, about the city. Thanks!