Teaspoonful
(a season’s greeting)
Another
Try at something
Short
And sweet
Which I could say
Would be my sister
Then
She would hit
Me
Like the jokes I made
In church
And she would laugh
And
Hit me
As she should have
Well
To it
Merry season
And
Don’t go crazy for it
Please
C L Couch
Photo by Betty Miyashiro on Unsplash
Good God
Good morning
God
I remembered this time
I was praying for a friend
On waking
Then remembered
I should simply
Say
Good morning
To my Lord
That’s all
I could
Confess
And I did resume
Petitioning
But what’s wrong
With simply and first saying
Good morning
To God
Which I hope God approves
God likes
And if so
Then maybe more should say this
Before asking things
First thing
A frame
In which
To have
All other works progress
C L Couch
(a sequel to something posted earlier)
Photo by Johnny McClung on Unsplash
My wife’s extended family lives in the hills of Pennsylvania, north of Pittsburgh. This is a beautiful scene I captured looking NW of the Allegheny River. [photographer's caption]
(I’m from the region.)
(x = space)
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Merry Whichever
(greeting)
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Merry Whichever
Happy New Year to your calendar
And all your months,
However they are named
May each day be ingested
With wisdom and
Delight,
Wisdom for the ages,
Delight in the pleasures
Of the day
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May you know love
More than in the abstract
Some good learning beforehand
Wouldn’t hurt;
Might you have peace,
If the worlds great and small
Agree
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Most of all, may
All of you
And any
Know the presence
Over us
So great,
So small as to be
Working inside
Our capillaries
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Call it God
Or the Spirit
Or the impulse of the ages
The human push
Toward improvement
And a symphony of
Maybe out-of-tune,
Asynchronous
Possibility
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May the one
Or many there
Protect you
And keep you
In each other
x
C L Couch
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Part of the painting “my take on an ion.”
Photo by Jené Stephaniuk on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Ghosts
x
I don’t mean
The kind that haunt
In stories
You know what I mean
That haunt for different
Reasons, sometimes
Only memory
Without any fright
A different kind of pain
In remembering
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Have I lived too long?
I can’t count
The number who have died
I used to know them well
And they are,
You know,
Gone
Holes in my life remain
Small ones that expand
On certain days
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I think the question might
Have to do with
How to keep them all
How to bear mortality
As well
So much by default
Makes it happen
All mortality,
And I won’t say I’m ungrateful
I am satisfied to be here
And for you
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Some things will come in memory
And when everything wakes up
Greeting begins again
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C L Couch
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Photo by Nolan Issac on Unsplash
Upstate New York Chapter, Rochester, United States
My best friend and I got some great shots in this abandoned place….I miss her.
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