2 poems while thinking about Easter
Aslan again
was re-maned
once rising
with all wounds save mild scars
now
unremembered
new life
new joy
wanting to roar
and so roaring
and then playing
with
the children
on a hillside
where rolling
descending and ascending
make
sense
in mortality
again
(recalling that passage in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe)
green-grass Saturday
made of plastic
even though there’s cheer
in memory
said memory to find itself in corners
through
the coming year
once making beds
to dye the eggs with vinegar
hot water
everything is nestled
for a while
and
as of yet
no chocolate has appeared
though we are
ready for the hunt again
on Sunday
for the same eggs
now
we cannot find
and then the chocolate
and there will be photographs
appearing of the day
and
of the day again
then in pastels
off
to church
c l couch
photo by Birger Strahl on Unsplash
so this becomes a song
so this is new year’s
and what have you
hung over?
shall we have
pork and sauerkraut?
a pretzel
or a pickle?
this is new year’s
and what we done?
it’s only been a day
we protest
not even that
but some of you are there
helping others
serving food
an arm around a shoulder
sending vibes of love
because it’s really love
we can do that
now
no waiting
no line
and if a line
(you know air travel,
certain movie tickets)
then
loving in line,
a happy
if not always chortling
new year
C L Couch
(a hangover is referenced, which may not translate well; a hangover is a state of drunkenness, especially in the morning after too much drinking of alcoholic drinks during the night before)
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
huevos nuevos
it's next year here and there
already
have a happy
to say
knowing that the challenges
also here and there
are many
deep
and difficult
but find a way
we shall
or can
by saying to ourselves
to this at that
or to someone else
I need your help
a new year
(in solar terms)
try it
love it
have it
clc
(Title—sorry, it’s a silly pun that, once I found and it held on, I or it could not escape. Happy New Eggs, everyone!)
(x = space)
x
x
Easter Saturday
x
I think it might be
Easter Saturday
On someone’s calendar,
The week having begun,
You know,
With Easter Sunday
x
But now the bunnies
That lay eggs
Must return to their
Warrens of marvels
While the quotidian battle over
How much chocolate
Resumes
x
Many-colored eggshells
Will be swept away
With plastic grass
Found throughout the house
‘Til Christmas
x
As for Easter in our hearts
I’m not sure what
To say:
I hope we have it
As a feeling and an impulse
That doesn’t have to be
The Christian way
But simply good
Like contentment sighs
At the end of day
x
Before then,
Worn out from trafficking
In virtue—
Yes, I said it
x
It exists
In certain texts of the past,
I know
x
Better still, inside-outside
Now,
Which works out because
Now is what we have
And all we have
x
C L Couch
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Photo by Sandy Millar on Unsplash
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