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October 2018

She at the Harvest’s Edge

She at the Harvest’s Edge

 

Women look to get it right

They appear to be on line in every way

They dig to find new truth

And ways to keep what’s hale of old

They don’t take from men

Though men should give it over

 

C L Couch

 

#GlobalGirlsAlliance

#morethancute

 

 

image by Virginia DeVinne

https://www.globalsistersreport.org/column/trends/perennial-power-calling-forth-life-55480?utm_source=GSR%20digest%2010-11-18&utm_campaign=cc&utm_medium=email

 

Watch Over Florida

Watch Over Florida

(Michael at Category 4)

 

Please watch over the big bend in Florida

They are waiting now

Ships might be pounded first

Then those in moving sites

Once held in place

 

Maybe they remember Harvey

Or Maria

Some years ago, in the northeast there was Sandy

And going back, Agnes and Camille

We give them names

That’s a tradition

A way to morph indifference into personality,

Which somehow makes it better

Not only something to await

But someone

Another fighter in the ring

 

It has one eye

Like cyclops

And tends only to scream

Rain and wind come through its mouth,

Which is never sated

The thing moves on is all

And finally diminishes

I’m inland; that’s what I’ll get

Sometimes there are tornados, which is another

Time

 

Now is Michael

Not archangel

Not a demon

Something out of character

With benign creation

Our part in this

Maybe is an element

In elements

 

I should consider with you

All that is destroyed,

And we’ll tally later

The living in all persons and all things

Once the living’s gone

Taken away

 

But for now,

Our part in this is to survive

 

C L Couch

 

Dry Prophecy

Dry Prophecy

 

There’s something dry in prophecy

Desert-cool

East of me

Asian

It’s alluring like a deep-blue night

Above the clean edge of dunes

Though I guess you can’t have a desert

Without scorpions

 

Fair enough

Prophecy stings, too

Ask Jezebel

Ask Ahab

 

The writing on the wall

(that’s Babylon

that’s Assyria)

In the hostage-taker’s home

Was done in perfect shape

Perfect color

Was a right warning

Though it needed interpretation

 

So desert prophecies go

Many are clear

Read the mothers

Many are understood in a hermit’s cell

A coracle against the world’s tide

And is only useful there

 

The rest might speak to us,

Eventually

Breaking from a timeless place

Into an houred day

 

C L Couch

 

 

https://lifeondoverbeach.wordpress.com/2013/06/04/amma-theodora-this-present-age-is-a-storm/

 

 

 

One Word

One Word

 

If I don’t say it often enough,

Then let me say it now

It is the reason for the rest

 

The first

The last

And most words in between

 

If you think and feel the same, that’s fine

In fact, fantastic

And amazing

 

As long as you don’t see this as a challenge

It’s not

I hesitate an invitation

And I’m not a gadfly

(not anymore)

 

Love

That’s it

In case there never is another word

 

C L Couch

 

 

http://wallpaperweb.org/wallpaper/development/urban-wall-crack_10984.htm

 

(I, You, We) Observe

(I, You, We) Observe

 

It’s Columbus Day observed today,

a reason to have sales and

for many a day off as part of a

long weekend.  Well and good.

The real day is Friday, the twelfth; I

wonder if they’ll make a deal of it in

Spain.  I wonder if the Genovese

might care.  The discovery of America

wrought many changes, many not

discussed in texts or class discussions.

I think the Taino people somehow

persist.  If so, I’m glad.  Semi-retired

(whatever that might mean), today

will be special mainly in the mind.

Only in this mind, it’s Friday I’m

anticipating.  The traditional day for

reflecting on all sides, like turning a

lamp around a gemstone, and more

importantly my sister’s birthday.

There’s the holiday.

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image: El Concilio Taíno Guatú Ma Cú A Borikén. Photo (by) El Concilio Taíno.

https://npl.org/opening-reception-for-exhibition-we-are-still-here-taino-survival-and-identity/

 

A Tale of the River People

A Tale of the River People

 

I made a hole in my neighbor’s water

So that I could build a palace,

But the hole sucked my own water away

So I built a dam

 

Then I had my water, but it would not move;

It became still, and disease broke out

Along the shores that were unburied

When I made the dam

 

So I made a spillway and balanced just right

The movement of the water;

But my neighbor had no certainty of water now,

And while I was quarrying

 

And dam- and spillway-building,

My neighbor was amassing an army

And it attacked:

My palace was destroyed

 

And now along the water, a mass of rapids

And still pools, all in chaos,

There are two holes where once my neighbor lived

And with the scarred place I am left

 

C L Couch

 

 

By rheins, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=56242794

 

Stranger Rings

Stranger Rings

 

So many things turn

Wishful thinking

To reality

Crime into justice

Hope into whatever happens

Next

I hope for you the rings are true

And bring you something good

I don’t know about deserving

I try not to care

Judgement is not my job

And spiritual punishment

Not so much for our consideration

Let’s wish each other well

In the turning of the days

And the running of

Our mercies

 

C L Couch

 

 

https://www.jpl.nasa.gov/spaceimages/details.php?id=PIA01486

Mission: Voyager

 

Stranger Things, a melodramatic series on Netflix, created by the Duffer Brothers

a novel (novelization) will be out next year

 

Weeping in Ramah

Weeping in Ramah

 

Indonesia

At Sulawesi

In Palu

Hundreds have been carried away

Souls from bodies

The living weep

They bury who can be recovered

They mourn

 

Might we change the pronoun,

Might we mourn?

They are our sibling hearts

The family

That lost too many children

To vicissitudes

In nature’s anger

Our indifference

 

Rachel weeps in Ramah

Because Babylon has taken

Her children away

Our children

 

C L Couch

 

 

Rescuers evacuate an earthquake survivor by a damaged house following earthquakes and tsunami in Palu, Central Sulawesi, Indonesia, Sunday. AP PHOTO

Hundreds Die in Indonesia Quake, Tsunami

https://www.recorder.com/Over-800-dead-in-Indonesia-quake-and-tsunami-toll-may-rise-20559009

 

Odd Gratitude

Odd Gratitude

 

The weight is in my eyes

Just over my lungs

Inside the muscles

Pressing on the bones

Everything moves, anyway

Fingers, hands

Knees stretch

I blink, swallow, turn my neck

To see what’s what

 

The day’s ahead, and I’m

Thankful

Surprised?  Shouldn’t be

Life is nearly always worth it

And always, really

There’s torture in the world,

Which must challenge the price

To pay

 

But this is being tired

Really tired

And there’s pain

Though not enough

To wreck the odds

Of there being maybe many

Good things ahead

 

C L Couch

 

 

Gratitude Stones

https://www.firefliesandmudpies.com/gratitude-stones/

http://www.yessafechoices.org/parents/character-education-corner/gratitude

 

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