Tableaux
The glow from civilized light
In a fireplace
The touch of living yellow
On everything that’s in
The room
And the writer sits at table
Beneath another light
Scratching on paper, leaving
Words
It is a scene, a tableaux vivant
It brings to us a reason why
Home is so important
It cradles inspiration
Reminds why we co-create with God
C L Couch
A Saint Patrick’s Day of blessings to you.
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Indak
Dance with me,
I want to be your partner
What shall it be?
What is danced
Under a Filipino
Moon,
Call it “Buwan” or
“Bulan”?
Something
Spanish or more
Ancient? Or
Worked out
Today?
As long as we
Might touch
Dancing now,
Because as the
Orleans song
Is sung,
And love is all around
Maybe spouse-sun
Will dance, too,
Who might be
“Arawa”
In lore, married
With the moon
All nature dances
To (what is called
In many places)
The
Harmony of spheres
Earth turns
Sun smiles
Gravity collides
With magnetic
Fields
In joy of being a
Universe
Day ends, merges
With jazzy dusk
Ready to step
And slide under
The rhythm of
Choice selection
From a heavenly
Combo:
Night is falling,
And I am calling you:
Dance with me
Touch my hand
And, with me,
Glide
https://www.quora.com/What-is-a-name-that-means-moon-in-filipino
“Dance with Me” recorded by Orleans
Word-High July: Welcome!
Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.
HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!
I lost my good friend
He is closer to the source
Nature and God now
(I’ll write more about my friend)
Weathering
Storms, fire
Firestorms
That’s in California
Floods, tornadoes
Water-sheets
And other means
Of rain to strike
At us
Texas and in Florida
Where sand is
Bagged by convict
Volunteers—on
North through
Eastern USA
River-rise in Paris
Art treasures
Moved toward
More-protected
Ground
Certain seasons
Start all over (as
In again and
Everywhere)
In nature’s timing
And all storms’
Discretion
Selfishly, I am
Well above brick
Walkways and
Macadam streets
I have electric
In safe measure—
Mostly, though
Not always:
A tree smashed
Into the house
Not so long ago
A favorite book,
The Mighty Acts
Of God, a
Faithful book
Nature is God’s,
And the Christian
Claim is God is
Love
So what is the
Love here? It
Id that God loves
Us and leaves
Us the means—even
In, and as, a fallen
World
Our part to start
Redress is to resolve
To do so
That’s it: resolve
(The rest follows)
Sunset Ramadan
(5 June 2016)
I have memories
Of a Ramadan, a
Rosh Hashanah, too
I like the Christian
Holidays, but others
From these faiths
Invited me
To ritual and cuisine
And, best of all,
Community
Love permeates
Actions when they
Are in spirit
Inch’Allah
And our God is
Pleased when we
Are one
Shalom
Better Kilig
for Rosema
my friends in Tagalog
tell me that kilig means
tingling anticipation
right before sensation
and then the sensation,
too
a good word revealing
prospects of all kinds
of pleasure
God invented this, you
know—and if thinking
about God and pleasure
seems out of sorts to
you,
then let’s re-think
pleasure
Rosema is A Reading Writer,
Psalm 40
song about the mind of God
Lord, we think we know
You—and we don’t
Otherwise, everything we
Do would be waged in
Love
Appalachian Highway
Moving life and death back
And forth: death dominated
On an earlier day
With eight persons shot in
Pike County homes, south
Of Columbus
Where the mountains rise
And God looks deep into
Vales
First Day
The first thing I do
Is scope the day
Maybe I suss out
How I’m feeling
Unconsciously, I think
Of God
S: How can you do
With any awareness
An unconscious thing?
How can I not
Look out the window
See the wide dark
Bend of branches
Reaching up toward
Undefined scenery
Behind
And not think about
Even in my fuzzied
State of waking up
Who made it all, the
Unclear parts, too
S: Well
Well, nothing—I
Think of God
And when the light
Gets bigger with
Some yellow, I’ll
Think better
clcouch123 
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