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Wolf Gang

(x = space)

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Wolf Gang

(winter song)

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Up and down

The streets at night

Back and forth

Across the city

We go for what we want

We don’t care about

The human race

Except as a resource

For the things

We need

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It’s winter time,

Our favorite time

We take what we need

You could wish

For a gang as this

Keep wishing

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We owe no one anything

We take what

Evolution dictates

Our strength

Is a number, only

Each of us

Would rather be alone

As our howl sings

At the break of day

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We are wolves

We are alone

We haunt

The human mind

We break apart

To make each one

A scoundrel of the day

Then we sleep

We sleep long hours

Then when

The weakling day is done

We wake up to

The power of night

And

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And none of this

Is true

We are families

And our power’s for

Our children

And the pack

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We mate for life

We do not wander

Unless the food is far away

You might fear us

We need our teeth and jowls

And a howl that sings

We know you’re there

We sing

To each other

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What we want

Is life together

You ruin all our seasons

In the land

Sometimes

When you can’t hear,

We also cry to Earth

To punish you

And save us

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C L Couch

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This is a response to a prompt: https://wyrdwordsandeffigies.wordpress.com/2021/01/17/write-yourself-awake-wyrd-creative-writing-prompts/.  Katie writes fantastically about winter and folklore, self-awareness and the growth of self.  The prompt is for the season, and there are many good cues there from which to choose.  An opportunity to express (and thus enhance) creative health in winter.

https://wyrdwordsandeffigies.wordpress.com/

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Photo by Chris Henry on Unsplash

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Old Poodle Plays Elsewhere

Old Poodle Plays Elsewhere

 

His breed lives to ten

He made it to seventeen

Not by force of will

But by force of being silly

He didn’t know his job

Was to stay alive

He was simply having fun

Goofing around in mortality

Wanted what he wanted,

Which is what dogs want

Except he never asked

To be taken seriously

Maybe inside, there always was

A puppy brain

 

At last, the canine version

Of Charon must show up

Taking dog treats for a coin

And he will join Old Dachshund

In the field

That bears no blood

Though there’s hunting

Good sunlight

Where play and sleep have been

Perfected

 

Here on Earth, there are empty

Cushions and certain corners

Remembering to take bowls up off

Floor and resist the urge

To fill them

Not to listen for a bark

Or nails upon hard surfaces

Or take all the licks he wasn’t

Supposed to give

 

Two more dogs for paradise

While we remain in our station

Good-bye, Old Poodle

Say hi to Dachshund for us

Enjoy all the things

You can enjoy again

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Katrina_S from Pixabay

 

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Quiet

Quiet

 

I wake up and no one’s

There

The noises of the house remain

My sister’s probably in her office

On a conference call

My brother-in-law in the master

Bedroom getting ready

What a brief time it takes

To get used to company

It all feels strangely empty

The house without its people

I have entered from another place

Where loneliness is normal

But I have changed

In such a short time

I’ve picked up sibling silence

And placed it in my pocket

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by JAYAKODY ANTHANAS on Unsplash

 

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Frank Families

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

 

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Revenant

Revenant

(Advent or anytime)

 

This is my country now

We brutalize the families

At the border

And the young who attack them

We can remember what

This did to us in Viet Nam

If we want to

The enemy had wrecked the families

First, and then we had

To finish its work

It was strategy

What is this?

What child is this?

 

For every war we cause with someone

Small,

We make it harder for the Christ child

Or any child

Any family

To come here

 

C L Couch

 

 

Reuters

This photograph by @Reuters shows the United States of America firing tear gas at women and children.

 

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Near-Dead Reckoning

Near-Dead Reckoning

 

If I had children

To rear (that used to be the proper

Word), I’ve little doubt

I’d treasure some time apart, now

And then

There’s a story of the mother of my

Namesake

 

She was going to walk

Around the hundred-acre wood

Her son asked to go

And she said no

But when I return

Welcome me

As if I had been gone far

Away for a long time

 

Nowadays what guilt the mom or dad

Must feel to know

That children are taken from their

Parents with no returning

Promised

 

The parents now are criminals, they’ll say

Trying to enter by

Liberty’s calling

 

The children are caged, too

 

Everyone is guilty, by the way

Not one of us gets off

Unless we’re trying

 

God will accept a prayer

To bring entire families

Along with sanity

To what has been happening

 

My father’s people were

Here to tie

Up the ships of all the rest

My mother’s people, there’s a problem

Only a few generations here

So I’ll

Have to take my chances

 

Warming up to say

That without family

Without the value placed

Up on the shelf in pride of place

 

That what have we of home

A nation of all promises

Is dust collecting

In an empty place

 

I don’t have all the answers

I don’t know all the rest

But I think impracticality also

Becomes illicit

When we break the bond

That promises compound reckoning

The nuclei destroyed

Hostility left to orbit like

Errant electrons

 

Preachy

And sing-songy

Yes, I know

 

But there it is, I’ll ‘fess up,

And if you’ve come this far

We can go farther

 

C L Couch

 

 

http://www.expatsinvallarta.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/Nogales-Tuscon-sign (/jpg)

 

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Border Talk

Border Talk

 

I don’t know what to say about

A family torn apart

I never had that feeling

Once I thought I’d lost part of my family in

A famous fire

I was hundreds of miles away

I cried for a day to find

It wasn’t true

 

C L Couch

 

 

http://keranews.org/post/view-border-mcallen-locals-debate-child-immigration-crisis

 

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Portland Oregon (haiku)

Portland Oregon

I have family there I

Think I lost four more

 

C L Couch

 

Four homeless people die of exposure in Portland in first 10 days of 2017

 

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For All Souls

For All Souls

(2 November)

 

Rosemary for remembrance

But it will be in Spain and Mexico

USA and other places, as

 

Candy shaped into skulls,

Bright-color picnics set out at night

With our dead—and many

Kindred flames of candlelight

 

Yesterday the living church

 

Today the predeceased who will

Stay a little closer

 

Families gather ‘round the stones

De abuelos, tíos, quizás los niños

 

All whose loss is lessened for a

Time as an altogether family

For the feast

 

C L Couch

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