2 poems kind of about brokenness (sorry)
When the Circle’s Not Unbroken
The Lord
Invites us
To the circle
Or the square
Or something oblong
Maybe
Rhomboid
To something
Maybe broken
For design
Or due to
Some experience
That seems
To break up everything
Fear
And anger
Breaking out
Without
The lines
To keep it in
To keep what might be loved
Therein
Though love remains
In the fragments
The Lord
Cares for us in these
And if the situation
Backs in
From extreme
The parts
Maybe come together
In a new shape
If partial
While we gesture
Talk
And work on fixing
For a while
Call it prayer
Call it Bible study
Call it therapy
Or medication
Every means
That helps
In measured
Dosage
And discretion
‘Til something like
Our circle
Even as
Something else
Shall come together
Maybe with a new
Amen
March on Two Left Feet
(or right)
The fifth already
Seems like
March is
The right name
The lion hasn’t really
Come
Though are there hints
Of lambs
Is a fair question
It’s in-between
A kind of academic
Purgatory
While the sky
And Earth
Decide
To fix the things
From winter
Into spring
We hope
The flowers undeceived
The planting happen
In its own
Good timing
That might have to change
Or not
Should good-guessing be required
By planters
Of all kinds
Who typically
Are breathing through
Northeastern cold
While waiting
For green seasons
To begin
C L Couch
Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash
(x = space)
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Introductions
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Snow on my small town in
The MidAtlantic of
The USA,
Nothing dramatic—
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It falls and stays
On quiet places
Such as grass
And parked cars,
While on the things that
Sponsor movement
There is only wetness,
Dark and clean:
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On streets and sidewalks,
Moving cars,
And such
x
From the waist up,
It seems November
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Today we’re met
With winter
(here and now)
Not in discontent,
A week before it’s due by
The saint’s calendar
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We should take it
A decency
In an indecent year
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C L Couch
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Photo by Aditya Vyas on Unsplash
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Heard Outside the Window
Town birds call each other early
For the farmer’s market
In the square
Come on! They drop the good stuff
All morning long!
We can watch from wires high above
All the antics
We’ll have all the fun
And be filled
We wake up at dawn, and we’re ready
We serenade the humans,
And they’re soft for us
Why not, we like the singing, too
Fit for forest still
But we’ll stay here for a while
C L Couch
Follow your dreams!
Unrelative Truthing
Even in dim pre-dawn light
On a Sunday morning,
The colors are clear
Finally, it’s fall
The leaves are turning into glory
And should one think there is a subtext
About the beauty of all races
Well, that’s not really there
But, now I think of it,
Why not
There is beauty in all races
No need to place that truth under
Something else
Now, fall’s late arrival
Something of a pattern
Might also beg
The warming of the planet
Let’s go with that one, too
It’s not progress to have that understanding
(though another kind of progress is the cost)
It’s the kind of sense
The ancients have employed
Coffee’s ready
Time to get it
I am thankful
I hope your day is good
And for your neighbor
C L Couch
West Virginia Fall Colors
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