a few poems you know for Monday


scribbling

I guess
a scribble has a word
or
some words to distinguish from
a doodle
though doodle
I imagine could have
words
as well
say
the names of crushes by a child
an adolescent

since
we don’t have crushes
when we’re older
do
we

and we do
which might cause the child
the adolescent
to
cringe
that folk with wrinkles could let love
inside the creases


the war asleep

I slept poorly
which
is the syle anymore
and
I dn’t know what’s happened
in the mean time
as in
the wars
the ones we know
the ones we guess at
with
the ones we miss entirely
for all the destruction
caused
nonetheless

the war between people
maybe
men and women
as
Thurber has penned
or
inside oneself to start the war
or stop

then
these might be
all
the Monday wars
so that
I’ll
learn the real news
later on


a friendly wish is most of all
during or after

and so
it’s Monday
with all the lack of expectation
come
with Monday
and
I hope more than this
much more
that this has been and is
a really
good
day for you
since
you need it
after all
for all you’re going through
that
takes its toll of energy and might go so far
to dull the brightness of
the spirit

or things are not that bad
but
you tire anyway
and need
recharging
which
is pretty normal

or you’re well already
and
a wish is
simply added to the larger quantity
of excellence

so
don’t let me talk you into anything
but have the doo
day
soon or now
or keep it going


c l couch


photo by Dmytro Koplyk on Unsplash

A pileated woodpecker pauses mid-motion, head tilted as if listening for movement beneath the bark.

who tells the story, then?—perhaps a single nature or the other