storied redemption
speak comfort
to me
Jacob
I have none to give
the time for comfort’s learning
past
if there ever had been any
even encouragement
to grow
and I could be sorry
but your
redemption’s on the line
three ghosts
and all your ghosts
to name
or nameless live in childhood
the present
and
best guesses toward the future
have substance
psychological sharp edges
while
it’s the drama of the story to find out
and what
to do
upon discovery
and what if we’re not rich
to take the town to lunch
on
Christmas day
what if the miserly that’s opened
can only loosen a new attitude
resolution
without gold-backing
will
the family take us
and we hope
so to be
taken
giving and receiving what we may and
all around
whatever day to say
as
a Dickens Christmas day
c l couch
photo by Ashkan Forouzani on Unsplash
(x = space)
x
x
Bump
x
In a week is Hallowe’en
Let’s reach up
Take down the ghosts
x
Dust the sheets
Sew a few stitches
Here and there
x
This is the time
When ghosts of the past
Year-round
x
We know the kind
Deserve some sublimation
For the humanly
x
Storied things
Chased with chocolate
Chasers
x
While fun
Is fright
All pathologies aside
x
Mars is not invading
If you think so,
Happy Hallowe’en
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Patrick Perkins on Unsplash
San Francisco 2020, after the Labor Day fires.
x
Christmas Ghosts
(for anyone when looking at the lights is sad)
Christmas ghosts
They come a-haunting
Like eldritch carolers
Singing of the past
Offering misery for the present
I don’t know how to get rid of them
Maybe we need to
Invite them in
Drink their eggnog for them
Actually, I don’t think anything spiked
Will do
Open a present from the future, maybe
Letting life go on
Remove a shackle of the holiday
Leave it nearby, if need be
Allow something to be new
The snow, if snow
A phone call with an acquaintance
Something that is mild
Like a babe when sleeping
And sleep, too, you should
Maybe leave a light on
Of an unusual color
For season when a miracle
Or matter of will,
A gentle exorcism
Might happen
C L Couch
Letchworth Garden City, United Kingdom
lights of Christmas
Haunted
I’ve been dealing with a ghost story
It’s on television
But it has me thinking
No wonder Ibsen wrote that play
The ghosts, they come to get us
And they live right here
C L Couch
PanAmericana 2017 – the image was taken on an overlanding travel from Ushuaia to Anchorage – taken by Thomas Fuhrmann, SnowmanStudios – see more pictures on / mehr Aufnahmen auf www.snowmanstudios.de
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Psalm 28
a song when I feel haunted
I need, Lord, your love
Who doesn’t need the love of
God?
And yet I fear
I fear the ghosts that haunt me
From the past into the present
How do you proceed in this
How do you love?
How might I know peace this
Day from all the days wrought
In iron pain, now fully steel-
Dimensional?
You are here, I know
You can bear sinuous demon’s
Presence away, even into
Annihilation
Yet I feel possessed, perhaps in
Lack of faith:
Past wrongs, mine and theirs, that
Aberrate the life that you first
Shaped
Maybe this is why, in life, the (first)
Psalmists say, Make straight your
Way
For the line of majesty arriving as
The lord of care
Travels truly—with economy and
All divine electricity—on the line
Made edged and replete when we
Ally in your design
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