fat

I Do Confess ’t


I Do Confess ’t



God

I feel fat

Like the fat

That Gertrude

Said of Hamlet

Meaning

Tired

Or unprepared

Or

You know

Fat



I think

You’re with me

On the inside

And guide me

From there

The presence

Of your

Spirit

Prompting

Poking

Whatever motion

Works



And I

Recalcitrant

(and fat)

Do not get it

Push back

With my own will

‘Til near

Destruction

Sometimes

And

Sometimes

Even after



You’re with me

When I’m

Slow

And wrong

Through the thickness

Of my flesh

That hides

Everything I want

To hide

Awareness of the harm

I cause

In all directions

To all souls



And do I do

So much

Or

Take too much credit

With vanity

Somehow

In deprivation

When

I know

You can ameliorate

Reach out

In dreams

Or more directly

Touching the vibrations

Of heart-wisdom

In the hurt

And maybe

For the moment

Lost



C L Couch





QUEEN   He’s fat and scant of breath.—			Hamlet 5.2.313



Photo by cal gao on Unsplash

January 23, 2024 0

Fat Chances

Fat Chances

You know, I think it might be

Mardi Gras

Crept up on me this year

Probably last year, too

Fat Tuesday

Fastnacht in these parts

Shrove Tuesday

Shrove another word for

Get the fat out of the house

Ascetic Lent is coming

Tonight we consume or share

Tomorrow we wear ashes

I know our cultures

Make much in making merry

Merry’s fine

Merry’s good

Maybe we’ll smile the smile of knowing

During Lent

C L Couch

Photo by Amy Syiek on Unsplash

Boston, United States

An early morning stroll through Somerville I could smell the donuts … amazing! http://unionsquaredonuts.com/

(fastnacht in German Pennsylvania is also a food, not unlike a doughnut)

February 25, 2020 6

Lent 38

Today must be the day

After a season of surrender

Otherwise, loss becomes a vacuum

Other things that we don’t need

Will come to live

Because nature will otherwise abhor

We cleared out distractions

Others are in line

But what do we want inside?

A virtue of busyness awaits

Preoccupations that are less than healthy

Frankly old sins, patterns of

Destruction that laugh like imps

Want to be reinvested there

We turned out the fat and sugar

Turn out some devils, too

Let them abscond with what they have

Escape into the darkness

Where exorcism

Or psychology might reach them

Some battles are beyond us

Some are right at home

The war at home

C L Couch

the chariot driven by Norse deity Freyja for whom Friday is named (in consideration with Frigg—yes, the chariot is drawn by cats)

(Detail) from the Fresco Cycle “Aus dem Sagenkreis der Edda” in the Neues Museum, Berlin. The fresco was damaged in WWII and abandoned until the unification of Germany.

(fresco by) Robert Müller, 1850

http://www.germanicmythology.com/works/FREYJACATCARART.html