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Further In

(x = space)

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Further In

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It’s a day that should own

A fireplace

The snow will be falling sometime

Outside is in the twenties

And the teens

Inside there could be fuel

A sofa or a chair

An ottoman

Coasters

Light snow first

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Something of a storm later on

The forecasters are not sure

How much

It will finally settle on the coast

And move up

New York, Boston,

Maine and then on out

To sea

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Maybe to an island,

Breathe on toward another shore

That I could name

An island of my mothers

I have not been blessed

To see

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C L Couch

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Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

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Sermons on Leaves

(x = space)

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Sermons on Leaves

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One bird makes a small song

Unless a condor

Or a million of its own,

Whatever kind

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I’m not thinking of Hitchcock

But of Francis

Who preached to birds

Because humans wouldn’t listen

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In response,

A little bit invested

From each one

Raises the songs of saints,

Reinvesting into land

Then

Traversing through the sky

And now orbiting

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A song to welcome

Visitors,

Aliens or angels,

To Earth

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A hybrid song

Is and shows

The way

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C L Couch

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Nachtegalenhof, Antwerpen, België

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The Winter’s Hermit

(x = space)

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The Winter’s Hermit

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Sigh,

In a hole I live

It’s not a riddle

Not a mortal mystery

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Around me

It is white and brown and gray,

Yellow where the animals

Show weakness

I am one of them

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There is no cheer in

What I do,

As I intend there

Shouldn’t be

I wake up in prayer

And close the day

With it

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And inside darkness

I might sleep

Or listen for the rustling

Of other animals

The Holy Spirit

Passing by

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Or an ancient demon

Haunting the loss of

Following and home

An age ago

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C L Couch

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Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash

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Zen

(x = space)

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Zen

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The lotus teaches

To be calm and whole

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Bright color in

An otherwise dark pond,

Soft pointing toward

Heaven in many ways

(there is the root below)

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Directions are not

Lost, even though

Not all become traditions

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One point for someone

Might lead to

Singular adventure

And faith from that

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C L Couch

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Photo by Umur Batur Kocak on Unsplash

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Wolf Gang

(x = space)

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Wolf Gang

(winter song)

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Up and down

The streets at night

Back and forth

Across the city

We go for what we want

We don’t care about

The human race

Except as a resource

For the things

We need

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It’s winter time,

Our favorite time

We take what we need

You could wish

For a gang as this

Keep wishing

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We owe no one anything

We take what

Evolution dictates

Our strength

Is a number, only

Each of us

Would rather be alone

As our howl sings

At the break of day

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We are wolves

We are alone

We haunt

The human mind

We break apart

To make each one

A scoundrel of the day

Then we sleep

We sleep long hours

Then when

The weakling day is done

We wake up to

The power of night

And

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And none of this

Is true

We are families

And our power’s for

Our children

And the pack

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We mate for life

We do not wander

Unless the food is far away

You might fear us

We need our teeth and jowls

And a howl that sings

We know you’re there

We sing

To each other

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What we want

Is life together

You ruin all our seasons

In the land

Sometimes

When you can’t hear,

We also cry to Earth

To punish you

And save us

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C L Couch

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This is a response to a prompt: https://wyrdwordsandeffigies.wordpress.com/2021/01/17/write-yourself-awake-wyrd-creative-writing-prompts/.  Katie writes fantastically about winter and folklore, self-awareness and the growth of self.  The prompt is for the season, and there are many good cues there from which to choose.  An opportunity to express (and thus enhance) creative health in winter.

https://wyrdwordsandeffigies.wordpress.com/

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Canada

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After Something

(x = space)

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After Something

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Catharsis is so healthy,

Isn’t it?

I mean leaning back

Something to sip at hand

Maybe a book one has meant

To return to

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It must follow crisis

That’s too bad

Maybe in between

There was a celebration,

Maybe not

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The thing about it all

Means that change is coming

In fact, it’s here

But before

We get directions,

Have the first planning meeting

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There is this drink

And a few pages

From a book

One meant

To return to

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C L Couch

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Photo by Arseny Togulev on Unsplash

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Compass

(x = space)

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Compass

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I hope it’s a good day for you

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You deserve it

And many more good days

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It’s a harsh world

In many places

Though there is goodness, too

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I know this;

I hope you know it, too

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You know, there is this notion

Called democracy, which affirms

The majority

And respects the minority

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It’s a good idea,

An experiment in many places

In the world

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Now we know the trouble as

A virtue comes

When the numbers are too equal

And the country is divided

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I don’t think this happens very often

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But there is hype

And misuse of media

And people ready

To say this is what you think

And act on that behalf

That is not yours

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I’ve let the demons in

Too often

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I think they have a corner

There with maybe a side door

Or at least a tunnel

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There are angels, too

Ready to speak to me

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When I have been good,

I have listened

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Then there are the times

When the demons did not

Have to say anything, for

I was ready for their

Entrance

To take over

All my good intentions

And let ego run instead

Throughout the house

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And mischief,

Not the good kind,

Call it sin

Shall have its way

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God is good

And blesses our food

Though that rhyme is hard

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It’s important that we ask, for

It is not ours to bless

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The request might be enough,

God not one, usually, to

Draw up

A piece of paper

For a deal

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Though there have been precedents:

Moses, for one

And certain prophets’ calls

Toward redemption

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But we are not they;

We ask for affirmation of small things

In which there is salvation

For a lifestyle,

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Not because of word and rock

That are delivered from a mountain

Or ravens

Delivering our meals

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We are who we are, and

We are loved

Even when we’re sure we’re not—

In fact, more so in such times

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It’s not satisfactory, I know;

And who asked for free will,

Anyway?

But while we have it

And we’ll always have it,

Remember that the soul and heart

And mind

Is where it happens, first

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Remember, too, to advocate;

Our model is the

Spirit

Who gathers nothing,

Sometimes only promising a wilderness

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But cares

And loves

As we should care and love

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D. C. al Coda

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Coda

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I hope it is a good day for you;

I’ll pray for this

And, yes, I’ll pray for me as well

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More so, I’ll talk throughout

The day with God

And into night,

Though I have no skill

Or canny insight

Worked uncannily

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I am simply me,

You are you,

And God is God

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Always present,

Not a trick,

Too often beyond—

Specifically for mortals—

Understanding

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Have a care for mischief,

Though sometimes

Things are funny;

And the only thing to call up

Is some laughter

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Laugh with God

Who invented humor

And in a healthy way

With each other

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C L Couch

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Photo by Sunil Ray on Unsplash

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made manifest

(x = space)

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made manifest

(for the USA and everyone may read along)

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in this country where we

pander to the rich

so that we might keep

our jobs

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in which we patronize

the royalty of other

nations

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where are we with our own?

because there should be

no one hungry here,

no one who cannot easily drink

safe water,

where no one who wants a job

can’t have one,

where shelter exists for

everyone,

where there is some assurance of

peace,

where everyone can breathe

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this should be our nation,

the greatest on the Earth

we say

but then

we can boast

a model to the other lands

and take action for all needs

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and all of us

on planet Earth,

thinking of launching for

other places

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c l couch

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photo by Ben Hershey on Unsplash

SoHo, New York, United States

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Sabbath Invitationing

(x = space)

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Sabbath Invitationing

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We meet God outside,

Invite God into church

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God might come

But there is busyness

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God means it—

We don’t know what to say

Except Thank you

Then move inside

With something like

Haste

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Why should we feel guilty?

We invited God to church

And God said no,

Well, said maybe after

Busyness

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We’re not sure

We see the lesson here

Or anything prescriptive

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We can take it up

At lunch after, certainly

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By the time we go to church again

In case God

Is there again

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C L Couch

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Trentino-Alto Adige, Italia

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