Evidence Unsee
God
Our hope
Our refuge
We need to say
We need to sing
Because the world-storm rages
All about
And we believe ourselves adrift
So easily, so often
Every day
Because we are only, well, you know
And in the way we do
We must
Rely on what is, like perjured
Testimony, inadmissible
In human courts
C L Couch
(image from Pixabay)
(in the title, I left off the n to make a new word in the Old-English, English way)
(congratulations to the groundhog Phil from Punxsutawney, who did not see his shadow today, auguring an early spring)
A (Classic) Comedy Tonight
It’s a cinematic day
When I will look too closely
At items on the corner of
The table
Or on the kitchen counter
As a cut
A camera angle
A quick shot in a movie
A montage
Of textures, surfaces, light
And shadow:
Of orange peelings in a paper towel
A clear, squat square canister of cottonballs
By the bathroom sink
Winter sunshine slanting over the tabletop
Illuminating piles of books
I mean to read
There’s a setting
And a set
And how it’s dressed
Maybe I’ll find something
On television
Maybe in a book
I mean to read
Something with good guys, maybe
Bad guys
Characters
Easily identified
So that I know who’s who
Whom to cheer on
To celebrate
(could be everyone)
When the final conflicts are resolved
Cue catharsis
C L Couch
https://shakespeare.emory.edu/as-you-like-it/
https://shakespeare.emory.edu/
caption: Miss Lily Brayton./As “Rosalind” in “As You Like It.” [sic]
The Artist of the Beautiful
When I was a child
My oldest brother gave me a plastic car
He had a model kit
And applied blue and paint
And his ingenuity
To make it beautiful
Why he gave it to me, I don’t know
I was not known for being careful
And he told to take care with it
To keep it whole and as it was
I did not
Maybe if he hadn’t said anything
I’d have done better
But in a while, not so little while, it
Was ruined
And now five decades later
I still feel badly
It’s possible, though I doubt I will inquire,
He doesn’t remember any
Of this
C L Couch
notes
title a title of a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne
http://www.online-literature.com/hawthorne/124/, one place to find it
(image)
Bill Abbott – Beautiful 1/24 Ford Thunderbird above, port quarter fancy paint
Early-Morning Nightmare
(journal, 31 January 2019)
I had a dream this morning that was difficult.
I was at a school I’ve been before.
There were people there,
but the overall feeling was impersonal and unfriendly.
I had finished with my errand there, and was looking for the car.
I was in an open staircase next,
up several stories and not enjoying the height.
Nearly down, I came upon a starving child.
The child was is real,
there were yellow sores,
the child looked at me. I had nothing,
I walked by.
Then there were more children to see, near me and off toward the building.
All were seated cross-legged,
dark, small, open mouths, eyes—irises—covered over in viscera.
Gaping need.
Too weak for crying or much movement at all.
The children
sat and, as I neared,
looked at me.
I guess it was a nightmare. Except
that there is such need in the world.
I am having breakfast now, continental-style.
Croissants and coffee.
How guilty should I feel?
I need to eat. I need to drink and
for now can afford to have and make coffee. Maybe
the children would like me to be starving, too, for company.
But I think the focus is on getting fed.
(now, drafting)
Their focus, tragically hard to say because they could not see, is on getting fed.
C L Couch
Photo: FMSC, Creative Commons BY 2.0
(at) https://unu.edu/publications/articles/taking-hunger-out-of-equation.html
Taking Hunger Out of the Poverty Equation
2015•09•10
Space Station
It isn’t 2001
I wonder if music is played
There
There is no gravity
I keep forgetting
Doubtless, they don’t
The denizens in their seasons
We might say, they are the ones
Closest to God
They’ve nearly slipped those surly bonds
This presumes that height
Is the criterion
And that Aldrin, Armstrong, and Collins
Were even closer for a time
I would not fault them for nearness
Or for an early audience
I can only contemplate privation
In their metal skins
And everything that must move
In everything
It is no loss to the rest of us
Should God say
In the way that God has spoken
I’m happy you came by
The nearest of creation to date
To seek my face
C L Couch
NASA – STS-135 Shuttle Mission Imagery direct link, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=15942935
modular International Space Station, the largest human-made body in Earth orbit
“High Flight” by John Gillespie Magee, Junior
Frank Families
(haiku)
They tried daylight ways
We wouldn’t let them go; we
Made them hide ’til found
C L Couch
image in the public domain
news story, https://www.nbcnews.com/news/world/anne-frank-s-family-tried-escape-u-s-hit-immigration-n889251
I’m Not Disappointed
Maybe I have no nuance
No subtlety of heart
I can feel the savage things
Scraped-off emotions
Obvious insights
Maybe I am forgiving
In my nature, now
Lord knows I’ve tried to forget
Some things
And now I wander through a land
With fewer fires, less of the blasted heath
Maybe with a sprout here and there
It’s not amazing
It’s a way to survive
Let go, here and there
Wrap myself in something like
Contrition
Over which a layer, woven and patched
Of the grácia
The mariachis sing about
C L Couch
Carol M. Highsmith – Library of Congress Catalog: http://lccn.loc.gov/2014631086 Image download: https://cdn.loc.gov/master/pnp/highsm/26800/26886a.tif Original url: http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/highsm.26886
Macbeth, Act 1,Scene 3
Ages Past
What do we remember of
The ancient past,
Time of kings
(male and female)
Who had all sorts of power
Given them atop a chain
With an allowance for divine authority
We have some now,
The kind by claim of blood
And those self-styled
I’m hoping we outgrow them all
Christians have one king
(female, male)
All of us enjoy the rank of steward
While failing by degrees in our obligations
Other traditions (or none) might have
Everything together with some leadership
With some success,
I’m not sure
We can look for leaders
Pass by those who want the job
Look for those who can
Ignore legacy crafted
By humans,
Ignoring other claims as well
Consider today
Choose now
The adherence of the house
And running it
By those who can
Who might help us
Not by surrogacy
But by reminding us in action
How each of us is called
C L Couch
Nicepng.com
Synesthesia
Blue is a magic number
I know, Schoolhouse Rock fans
It should be three
And it is
But sometimes associations need
To take a second seat
In favor of new leanings
Today is Saturday
It’s orange
C L Couch
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