(three poems)

the learning day

it’s Monday
how many at this
we
might have
and pale
gray
how many of these

days
with this lack of color that for décor
might be all right
but
don’t we need the green and blue
and the myriad of flora and fauna
hues
and with the gray

and I suppose the panoply is
here
it’s only muted
maybe to tell us that some days
some hours
or
many moments we should
pad our expressions
instead
to listen

as we do better to receive
prudent and wise
when
the color like the noise we choose
learns and employs
quiet

ride
(leave out asterisks and asterisked if posting)

and
goodness
must there be a point*
and
could I let the beauty go
released
wildly
without the moralizing
yet still in beauty
of
the Earth and sky be
moral

sure
as in relax
and ride

like that moment in the ride
when the center
goes to gallop
still
boisterous the relationship
but smooth
to go
together

and let that be aesthetic
in blurred motion
and
delight
so fast it’s undefined

*(my way through graduate school)

the damage has a name

citing on
TV
the Ausin Toy Museum
old things in good shape
and
I’m hearing
and looking now and then
at what show
not
to hold the silence valueless
but to draw toward contemplation
while
the noise in my head painfully challenges
all
pacific activities and
notions inside

rather
my daily invitation to go crazy
and have
and fail
at background for distraction

c l couch

so I wrote a bunch of things and might post the later two, maybe three

they are overridden with first person, though maybe in the gaps (mind the gap) you shall fill in your own persona and experience (which I guess is how we read first person lines, anyway, as in Shall I compare thee to?)
a little hermeneutics for free (and belying the second post)

I left things as-is by the time of revision and a polish as a try for an edit—except line-spacing by WordPress, remains

photo by NIR HIMI on Unsplash
Iceland
(the ocean looks like Escher or the Escher looks like ocean)