Unburying Life
I know I lead a life apart
I’m not sure what it’s for
Being alive or being apart
The best thing I seem to
Do for now is eke out words
On paper in a wide electric
Way
Like a fisher near new water
I cast about the promise of
Dawn blue and deep green
Is my better season spent
Right here
Because I write for you
C L Couch
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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August 14, 2016 at 6:53 pm
And you do it beautifully! You are a master with words! Thank you for using a God given talent.
August 14, 2016 at 7:36 pm
I thank you! If it is a talent, certainly God gave it. Thank you for your affirmation–and simply having been in touch!
August 14, 2016 at 9:46 pm
Beautiful poem Chistopher. I like how it shows that people apart or alone (through out their days or sometimes in life in general) are useful and can still “cast nets,” be fisher’s of men, through their writing. You most certainly are. Thank you 🙂
August 15, 2016 at 10:25 am
You’re welcome–and thank you, Mandi. Writing is a solitary act, even if our aim is to reach out with what we say. Sometimes that isolation is more keenly felt. I’m happy you are there–writing, too.
August 15, 2016 at 12:15 am
those last six lines are gorgeous both in language and in meaning, brother. life’s worth is truly not about who you spend it with but who you spend it for. ❤ this is a refreshing read perfect for a rainy Monday morning. ❤
August 15, 2016 at 10:32 am
If this picked up a rainy Monday morning then, sister, I’m gratified. I agree with you that life’s investment is to be spent for others. I’m happy you enjoy the latter part of this. Sometimes the resolution of a work happens almost spontaneously. Usually, I find the end a grind to work out.
August 16, 2016 at 2:47 am
yes! i agree. some ending just flows yet some are sooo hard to write. this one feels as smooth a a spring water rushing towards the river. 😉
August 16, 2016 at 3:07 pm
Wow, “spring water rushing.” I like that! Thank you!
August 15, 2016 at 10:28 am
Great! reflects your busy lonely self, on the path of self discovery….. wonderful poem.
August 15, 2016 at 11:07 am
Thank you! And thank you for reading this! You’re right, the lonely self can be busy, too. Well-said!