pathwork
the poem is a path
I guess
we start
then move down or around
the page
depending on the form
the program functions
we can have translation
if we may
there are pools
from which to sip
and
forfend against the traps
that only rhetors
might
have set
but let the way be easy
through a story
though
the story’s difficult
or
fearful
yet there is a frame provided
if not for comfort
then
to keep going
and you’ll go alone
though
you don’t have to
as
it’s a form for speaking
after all
and even in a hall
to tell of what goes on outside
inside
so where
or how walk on
the path
is wide enough
and narrow
to discover what is offered
only as
we go the step around or
valley
toward what’s next
c l couch
photo by Deborah Goodsell on Unsplash
Annunciation school and church
shame
what is the shame
humiliation in
allowing such things to happen
such
awful things
and those who seek to move the world
but
cannot keep children safe
by lesser measures than vainglorious
and is that
it
we cannot say
one cannot say
I did this
and the mountains shook
the seawaves vibrated
by my hand
I pressed my enemies into the ground
beneath the beneath
and
took on God’s role for myself
over heaven
over hell
no
we simply mean to keep our children safe
most of us
that is
to remove the means
for harm
from them and from those
who’d
just as soon hurt them
to let Annunciation
say
these are the children
these
are welcome
we will keep these in the world
and
rise and fall by how we do
to have them in the school for learning
in
the church for faith
at last madness all to own
and
did it say
I hate those Christians
for
what is there to believe in
not myself
only the power I might bear
a little while
‘til I’m caught
‘til my
life is over and what
do I care
this is significance
blood
and flame
I’m like a king
a stupid
conniving
thieving king
a king
of nothing
this is what I am
what I’ve
become
and by such cruelty
and madness
I shall die
only
for remembrance
of them
not who I was
but
what I did
and even then only the loss
and hoped-for judgment
of
the flames
except for those
forgiving
even though I hate the Christian
almost
as much me
then
as I must hate
certainly deny
if not
forget
their God
c l couch
MINNEAPOLIS — Mass was underway Wednesday morning to mark the beginning of the academic year at Annunciation Catholic School when bullets started to come through the glass.
. . . which killed two students and wounded more than a dozen other people, . . .
(MSN)
https://kstp.com/kstp-news/top-news/ways-to-help-victims-of-the-annunciation-church-mass-shooting/
(KSTP)
photo by Jacob Bentzinger on Unsplash
forward one red leaf
before a crimson chorus
conducting fall's song
c l couch
today in my friend’s yard a big red leaf hanging lonely, behind which smaller red leaves formed a line, nature auguring fall, I suppose
photo by Stephen Mabbs on Unsplash
listening up
God be with us
daytime
into night and as the hours pass
the arrival
of the twenty-sixth
still August
still serving the vanity of
Augustus
and
these were gods in Rome
and you are God
everywhere
in every age
not
wanting to disrespect
but really
it is you
one God who made all of Earth
and Earths
yet
remain yourself
the same
the one
who I think will talk with us more
as we prepare
to listen
more than ears
a little theory
mostly
practice
c l couch
photo by Jan Sents on Unsplash
maybe some relief
wet air into breathable
please the angel work
c l couch
[I don’t know if haiku might serve for whining, probably not, sigh]
photo by Emma Swoboda on Unsplash
[it might be hard to tell, the bird is singing]
‘bye
twenty-five dollars ago
in a frozen land
I bought it
that was graduate school
and now by decades
having accumulated so much more
than Ideals allow furniture
on Earth
and so
picked up this morning
now is gone
I could be sad
over dreams of reupholstering
though
relief sublimates the wishing
mind
c l couch
(let’s pardon the pun)
photo by Jandira Sonnendeck on Unsplash
(mine was picked up separately, commercially)
Saturday haiku
the weekend adds up week’s leaves
rake and then jump in
c l couch
photo by Diogo Nunes on Unsplash
the tiniest of plagues
(part 3)
exhale
there is a new mattress
I have to wait until it bubbles out
or whatever
so I use the mildewed couch
until
I’m free to have it
taken out as
well
and then what
some
bedding
hopefully
unmildewed
and
I hope that I can still tell
and then to spray the room
consider anything
else
infected
wait for a dry day maybe with
a breeze
and
then shall I use the studio again
unsmelling
save
for Febreze and Lysol
more or
now and then
and
otherwise
the air we know
that all of us should know
without
cordite
or sickness
or the uselessness in smelling
anyway
for lack of food
lest scent become a mirage
for life
and by the way
my eyes
should clear
our eyes should clear
clc
photo by D koi on Unsplash
campaign in the studio
spray
layer
spray
layer
spray the room again
is it chemicals or mildew I’m inhaling
while
of course
you know
it’s both
new mattress
new sofa must follow
musty curtains down
as if light and breeze had been let in
at Ms Faversham’s feast
breathe
changes
though the must continues
to permeate
room
nose
clothes
well
keep trying
I’ll take retroactive
the air when it was only
dirty
I suppose a northern autumn
shall help when
it arrives
with clear cold to push through windows
in
a current
now it’s steamy
not good
for dry
and certainly not cool
except for how you might behave
cool
Daddio
clc
photo by Gabriella Clare Marino on Unsplash
clcouch123 
Recent Comments