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This Magic Moment

This Magic Moment

 

I don’t want anything right now

Except to breathe

And that’s conceit

I’m sure there all kinds of things I want

 

To feel a breeze (there,

I’ve adjusted the fan)

To have sleeves to push up my arms

(I have those)

Enough vision to see what I am writing

Enough sound to believe

There’s interaction

In reality

 

In reality, I’m writing free,

Which is not so bad

I bought this moment

And I own it

Now no one else can take it back

Like some, small precious thing

You know the kind I mean

Kept somewhere

 

A moment of your company

Is something more

I can only ask

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Museums Victoria on Unsplash

HMAS Australia, Rotary Photographic Series, ‘The Only Girl I Ever Loved’, 1914 -1918

 

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Ending of the Week

Ending of the Week

(through the sickness)

 

It’s a special day

A day in Ramadan

Sabbath time will start for Jews

Christians may anticipate

A sabbath, too

For those who don’t believe,

It’s Friday

And it’s now

 

There is no better time

For breathing and for other

Action

Speaking of breathing,

The Buddhists can teach

The rest

Something about that

And they do

 

As far as I know, we are between

Times for special Hindu

Celebrations

But fauna call for

Remembrance all the time

We all should respect nature

So well

 

And this is what I know

Not so much, really

So many stories to see,

To hear

I won’t receive them all

But I want to

 

For those without a weekend,

It is different

I can feel for you,

If you don’t mind

I used to have my weekends

In the week

But for the front-liners

Standing, acting against disease

With everything that

Conflagrates

I don’t know what to say except

You rank me

And thank you

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Gift Habeshaw on Unsplash

Addis Abeba, Ethiopia

 

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Breastplate-Thinking

Breastplate-Thinking

 

God

Is something

Someone

We look up to

But if the breastplate’s right

We can look down to

God as well

Look ahead

Turn around

Lift up a scoop of earth

Part some water, just a little

We can look at hills,

Even mountains

Down inside a valley

Inside mouse holes

Even a glove compartment

God is not trapped anywhere

God waits on freedom,

Actually

God is in the well

And above the spaceship nosecone

 

Maybe there is laughter

Maybe there are tears

Maybe there is anger

There is always justice

With a willingness to heal

God’s is there

 

Breastplate-thinking’s right

Insofar as

God is there

And for our times,

Is God inside the germ?

Yes, even there

Somehow, lovingly

Inside the germ

Not to say that plagues,

Crusades,

Other eradications

Are God’s will

For I don’t think they are

Certainly not God’s pleasure

But where there might be comfort

In the presence

In anything inimical

Deep or shallow,

Yes, there is God

For Earth

For us

 

C L Couch

 

 

(from) The Breastplate of Saint Patrick

Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I arise,

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Liebster Award

Liebster Award

 

https://doctorhqconfessions.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/liebster-award/

Helen Qin, the doctor-to-be, has nominated me for the Liebster Award—Thank you!

Her terrific blog is here:

https://doctorhqconfessions.wordpress.com/author/doctorhq/

 

My 11 Questions [Helen’s questions for me]:

  1. What piece of writing are you the most proud of?—I like the shorter works I’ve done, such as this one from the other day (below):*
  2. How long does it take for a post to go from an idea to fruition?—I try to write and post each day; so far, illness is the main that prevents me.  I sit before the screen each morning with coffee (tea lately) and a piece of bread (toast, croissant, what have you).  I usually write several things, pick one thing to go over more, then decide to post it.  I look for an image.  I go to WordPress, work on the posting, then send it.  Typically, this takes a few hours.
  3. What has been your most enjoyable new hobby during this lockdown?—I’ve been taking drives to nowhere though ostensibly to the grocery store.  I have masks now, thanks to friends, so can get out when I want to, walk around a little.  It’s not a new hobby, but I’ve seen more winding roads and many things along the way these days.  Oh, and I’m trying to learn Zoom.
  4. If you could go somewhere for a week, all expenses paid and you could do whatever you wanted, where would you go? —I’d like to go to Midland England for a while.  experience something of village life.  Maybe a day for London and the British Museum, maybe a day for Oxbridge.
  5. What’s one thing you wish you were better at?—I wish I could lift and carry things again.  Because of heart disease, I can’t.
  6. What language would you like to learn and perfect if given the opportunity?—French, I think.
  7. What’s an irrational fear you have?—I have claustrophobia.  Bothers me to mention it.
  8. What’s something you might be embarrassed or self-conscious about, but you know you shouldn’t be?—I have many scars from surgeries.  I’m thankful for the results of the operations, so I shouldn’t be embarrassed by the marks.
  9. What food are you craving the most right now?—Dark chocolate with almonds.  But I have some here.  Now if I could have dark chocolate with almonds and raisins.
  10. What’s your best party trick?—I’m good at word games and some trivia contests.
  11. What brings you the most joy in life?—Happy endings.

 

11 Facts About Me

  1. I’m left-handed.
  2. I’m from the South (of the USA).
  3. I’m the middle child (of five).
  4. I have bad-handwriting/writer’s cramp and so am thankful for the computer.
  5. I had lunch with Mister Rogers, dinner with Vincent Price (not on the same day).
  6. I was the first male chapter president of an all-female honorary society (Mortar Board).
  7. I’m adept with USA and (or) British grammar.
  8. I’m a good speller though tend to leave words out instead, such as “no” or “never” (hopefully to catch in time).
  9. I enjoy reading contemporary literature more by women than by men.
  10. I like meeting people who don’t look like me.
  11. I read slowly, awkwardly.

 

(General) Rules to the Liebster Blogger awards:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and give a link to the blog.
  2. Answer the 11 questions given to you
  3. Share 11 facts about yourself
  4. Nominate between 5-11 other bloggers
  5. Ask your nominees 11 questions
  6. Notify your nominees once you’ve uploaded your post

 

I know some correspondents have been nominated before (not that they couldn’t be nominated again).  Here are my nominees: A Reading Writer, MandiBelle, Cathy (wander.essence), Nelkumi,  PaperKutz.

https://wanderessence.com/

https://paperkutzs.com/

https://nelkumi.wordpress.com

https://wordsthatcant.wordpress.com/

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/

 

you are not obliged

questions from me, if you do oblige (I swiped a couple from Helen Q)

  1. How are you?
  2. Do you have a favorite author?
  3. Do you have a favorite kind of writing to write?
  4. What do you miss in lockdown?
  5. What have you learned in lockdown?
  6. Do you have a favorite time of year?
  7. Have you ever had a mentor—who? (whom?)
  8. What is a treat for you in life (to eat, to share, otherwise to do)?
  9. Do you tend to write in one space—which?
  10. How do you prepare a blog-post?
  11. What is one thing (among many things) you plan to do once the current virus crisis has passed?

 

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Around

 

You should have a good day

You deserve it

If it’s not today,

Keep it

In your pocket

Or your bag

Then pick a day

To bring out when you need it

Saying to yourself,

This is a good day for me

And there should be enough

For someone else

Share it

If only a wish

For that one to have

A good day, too

 

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

everyone deserves a prize

 

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Worship

Worship

 

Worship must have been

Brutal, then

Fierce dancing to fierce rhythm

All sorts of things prepared

To sacrifice to God

Where the divine had any interest

In such rites

(how did they know?)

Ready to let blood

Human wine

For penance and redemption

In the world where crops were

Eradicated too easily

Enemies banded ‘round to take out

Any towns or collections of

Humanity trying to set along

The river’s edge or in the center of

Even a place of hiding

Too easily exposed

 

Or maybe it was grand

A city on a hill

Still the gods need something of us

To turn attention there

To give us weather

Or health enough

To go another year

 

No notion of indifference

A neatly civilized invention

The worship here

Must match

Barbaric nature with the

Barbaric parts of us

There was awful authenticity

Because the only choice

Was awe

This was a fearful task

Reaching a god

To know its name

To know what it wants

Or left to guessing the rituals

Demanded in a world of

Circling barbarity

With no neat form, no room for

Showing up

Life was on the line

To hope in every baleful way

That God might answer

 

We don’t want it back

Why should we?

Though we’ve lost the awe

In awesome,

The part that means to fear the Lord

Not as in scared

(though that)

But in respect that God is there

Might be set over a scale

Might be listening

Not for what’s refined

Something that’s raw

As from the scoured human heart

The table might be symbol

But inside, where the marks are

God can reside

Wildly there

 

So what do we do

At evening or at sunrise?

Or when we feel we’ve wakened up

Enough?

We can find God

Too easily

Before we’re ready

We might have a sibling conflict

Or no notion of our Sunday best

God will take us on

Together, one by one

Maybe not fierce worship

But something honest

Tears rather than

Blood

Focus rather than rage

Though through it all, whatever,

Love as well as fear

For God is God

Not wanting us to quake

Perhaps

But recalling first obedience

Afterward, attending

To the second

 

Have worship, then

Leave afterward

Taking something of the altar

With you

Like a burning coal set inside

Something that will never burn

Away,

The part of God that’s present

Not without expectation

Not always well-behaved

But always loved

 

Come back to me

Come back again

I am with you now

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

 

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Around

Around

 

You should have a good day

You deserve it

If it’s not today,

Keep it

In your pocket

Or your bag

Then pick a day

To bring out when you need it

Saying to yourself,

This is a good day for me

And there should be enough

For someone else

Share it

If only a wish

For that one to have

A good day, too

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Miguel Á. Padriñán from Pixabay

 

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If I Were a Teen

If I Were a Teen

(in pandemic time)

 

If I were a teen,

I’d read a book, I guess

Something touchable to do

I’d go outside as often

As I could,

Though the freedom

Would be limited

Because I’d have to talk

With friends six feet away

And never play

If we wore gloves

(latex inside leather),

Could we play catch?

 

I might have a phone

And thankful for

The blanking skills I have

To focus on the screen,

Missing everything

Else around me

I’d play something,

I suppose, on the computer

Gaming with my friends

Making new ones

As teammates across

The world, perhaps

If only in

Competition

I’d have meals with my

Family, because that would

Become important

Maybe I’d eat less and

More often

I’d take walks for exercise

Volunteer to walk the

Dog, if I have one

I’m sure there are calisthenics

To go through inside

But really

 

This would be the strangest

Time for me

I should be in school, though

There might be good things

In being away

But after a while I might

Find it all ridiculous

How do I finish my grade?

Do I start over?

Will what I have to do at home

Be enough?

Will I know what

I really need to know?

 

Maybe I’d learn something

New

Maybe I’d re-appreciate

My siblings, if I have them

Maybe I’d also

Try not to be afraid

Because people I know

Or I

Might get sick

Or might die

I hear the numbers

Of people doing each

 

I’ll do chores

And try not

To drive anyone at home

Crazy, crazier

Because that could get serious

I’ll try to be thankful

Though at my age

That’s hard

But not impossible

This time is not impossible

 

C L Couch

 

Photo by Hannah Busing on Unsplash

 

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Elsewhere

Elsewhere

 

Is there war elsewhere

Maybe where you are

But maybe guns were held up

And the loading of them

Fingers withheld from buttons

Launching missiles

Or the switches from grenades

It’s a question that pandemics

Might quiet war, some

 

There will be violence

People shoot each other

Stab and hit with whatever

Nations have agendas against

Nations, this nation

Among them

 

But might the fear of illness

Death from infection

Become an agenda, too

And might our attention be mislaid

From war, if only for a while

So that we might attend to this

Instead, something the world

Should attend to

 

And could it be that noises change

From the usual reasons to

Others: ailments, hospital workers,

Ambulances for the sick,

Mourning from disease instead

Of how we do each other

 

When it’s done

When that might be

We might all take a breath

And then another

And maybe take a salient moment

Then another

To rethink, if only some

The business of war and the

Destruction only we can make

There might be peace in treatment

Let some make it last

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Jp Valery on Unsplash

 

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Petition

Petition

 

There’s pain everywhere,

And I don’t think I’m

Doing

Much about it

Issues in the neighborhood

Still stand

In the house are

Grievances unspoken, which go

Better than confrontations

Bearing fruit in violence,

If only verbal

 

And so with all

The awfulness that’s

Really going on—sickness,

Death,

Wanting to rush around

The scientific process

 

For fear of more

That’s terrible—I ask

Maybe we ask

For something better than we

Tend to be

A cure

At least a treatment for more

Than symptoms (though

grateful for that),

Frankly, a beatific day

Not until tomorrow

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay

 

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