Seasons’ Reasonings
(or is it reason’s seasonings)
What do I really want
To say today
And shall I break
From
My agenda
Even of pressing needs
For aren’t they all
Seeming-
Exigent
I want
To say
Simple and plain
I guess
As folk
As others
Say
And it’s
God loves you
And
While God loves you
In
The strength and practicality
Of love
Without the pink and lace
So much
Until it’s time
For these
In my land
After the groundhog wakes
And the better President
Is born
And then
Another tussle for
Too many
With
In fact
Pink isolation
Like
Too-often
Christmas green
While all of it
We know
As blue
(though
yes
Elvis’s Christmases
are blue)
Until and in between
These times
That is
Most of the time
And
Yes
And even then
(the betweens of in-betweens)
God loves you
God before us
God behind
Us
And God beneath
With God above
And also
On
Our way is
God beside us
And is there more to say
With hope of heaven
Interesting
But unknown
‘Til it should be happening
And
It hasn’t happened
Though love has occurred
And on all sides
Of time
And will
Exists
And does go with us
Inside
Outside
Everywhere
There’s where
And love
You know
The reason for creation
For creating anything
We know
C L Couch
(Saint Patrick’s Breastplate is cited; sorry, the pun of the title and subtitle, I imagine, only works in English)
Photo by Andy Holmes 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!)
K is for Kalliope
Transliterated from old Greek,
Eldest and leader of the Muse
Sisters, Muse of song and
Public articulation—in other
Words, speech-delivery
She had a son, an artful maker,
Too—he was killed; and his
Mother took his remains to
Enshrine them on Lesbos, an
Ancient isle, which we might
Visit today
Were she to sing in our
Parlance and with our take
On life’s matters:
I inspire your song and speech
And go unrecognized
Most no longer believe that
Mortal skills come from a sacred
Start
I might sing again, though first
Would be the labor in mourning
For all I have lost
My boy, who was murdered
For envy or rage (I care not
Which) and whose grave
Molders in an island pit bereft
Of laurel leaves
Orpheus, as well my son,
Whose sanctioned journey into
Hell yet lost him his wife in
Petty business of Hades and
The underworld’s rule (I
Respect them not)—his life was
Left to sorrow like mine
And your interest? Why would
Gods matter to you? All
Divinity is mitigated in belief,
Mostly unexpressed, that you
Shall save yourselves—
Foolish
You will need us, still
clcouch123 
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