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In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.

D is for Dactyl

D is for Dactyl

 

A metrical foot consisting of an accented syllable followed by two unaccented syllables; the words “poetry” and “basketball” are both dactylic. Tennyson’s “The Charge of the Light Brigade” is written in dactylic meter.*

 

Into the Valley Relentlessly

 

Tennyson’s name is dactylic and

Powering into the cavalry riding in

Symmetry into the broken lines

Forcefully facing foes orderly

If much less pow’rfully

 

Others have dactyl-ly crafted this

Metred way so that a moving sound

Makes rhythm stronger thus

Aiding the pounding desired in the

Poetry

 

Dactyl for your verse and also

In mine

 

*(http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/glossary-term/dactyl)

 

 

 

 

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

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Crueling Month

Crueling Month

(in response to Dajena’s kind challenge)

 

February’s kinda cruel

 

First, there’s pronouncing it

(In Arabic months or Hebrew

Or Chinese it might go

Better), then facing it as the

Last full month of winter (In

The Northeast)

 

I don’t know what to make

Of Valentine’s Day, an

American confusion

 

But the month offers two

Gifts at the start and end

 

My favorite, shapeless

Holiday on the second, a

Day for groundhog-prophecy

That celebrated in any

Undetermined way is good

 

And sometimes like now

(This year) we get an extra

February day

 

But then

 

It’s an added winter day:

Why not be offered in a

Temperate season?

 

Compensation for all

Lengthier other months, I

Guess

 

https://moonskittles.wordpress.com/2016/04/04/cruel-month-a-poem/

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Old Dachshund

Old Dachshund

 

Old Dachshund is a grand duke dog

Older than he should be

It’s night, and the snow flies

He steps outside and toward the

Dark, Old Dachshund barks three times

 

Believing now his domain is secure,

He turns ‘round, seeking warmth

Inside

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C is for Chorus

C is for Chorus

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

Human players are tragic:

Even in our comedies, vicious

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

What we see can blind, but

Unlike Oedipus can’t self-maim

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

Our role is comment for you

Who attend our seeing-place

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

Like Antigone, we’re horrified

In forsaking our heroic dead

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

Cynics abandon Parnassus;

We will stay, the human voice

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

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Atomic Child

Atomic Child

 

I used to look up into a blue

And yellow and white sky from

Walking up the dry unplanted

Incline toward the community

Pool on the brighter days of

Summer on my way to swim

In seasonal cool water

 

I saw contrails of planes touch

The top rim of the sky

 

Now and then I heard a sonic

Boom

 

And this is what I feared:

 

That a slender and silver missile

Would fly down without mind

And touch the ground

 

Detonating all the earth and

Sky I knew into a final flash

Of heat and dissolving senses

 

Now the Nuclear Security

Summit meets in Washington,

D.C.

 

Godspeed to stop then take

Apart shined-up machines,

For now, of nuclear disuse

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haiku and prose(story)-poem

haiku and prose(story)-poem

 

There is no war here

For those who warred have fallen

Heaven realm’s justice

 

The war in heaven is long.  This is a surprise.  It is a surprise to feel that way.  How can one feel something’s long in an eternal place?  Michael looks up, feeling tired and never feeling tired.  Michael knows those fallen to either side.  Michael knows them all.  Michael has known all the host for an ageless time.  Gabriel will be the one to tell, as Gabriel before and every time tells everything to all who hear.  War outside of Eden rages, though who wins is understood.  The end of war is known.

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B is for Bad Poetry

B is for Bad Poetry

 

Roses are red, violets aren’t blue

Violet is purple, what was the clue?

 

If violets are blue, roses are still

Red, orange, yellow to thrill.

 

So we should see in worldly ways

Colors are many and colorful days.

 

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

 

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A is for Allegory

A is for Allegory

 

Once there was a dog

Who drove a car;

The dog gave rides

To all the cats who

Wanted rides

 

The dog is the faithful

Part of me;

 

The cat is need in you,

Which cannot be expressed

While the state of cat gets

In the way

 

my theme, Brevity in Form

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

 

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city’s strange noises (haiku)

city’s strange noises

source of which I’ll never know

feel like country mouse

 

(from stepping outside first thing this morning)

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