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it could rain


it could rain

and why not so that
after
we might breathe better

the dust from the work on the street
tamped
down some if even washed away

the heatwave crash a little on
the shore
of our discomfort

though another wave
sigh
should form out there

so it’s a simple
prayer
help and amen

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unforgiven


unforgiven

like a gift
a benediction to give
and to receive

forgiveness goes this way
if much more
difficult

for if there’s unforgiveness
then
it isn’t given and it cannot be received

and both parts persist
in something wrong

won’t be fixed
until the math is broken

the straight line of hate or
scorn
leading to aggressive or indifferent
lines
as postures

offer forgiveness
then
accept it so that two people
or two tribes
might live in
the delightful curves of Earth
and in
a new math with each
other
fit with new equations

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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



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The Real Thing

(x = space)

x

x

The Real Thing

x

I am not in the war

Except

With my mind and heart

My contributions

Here and there

Not for a winner

But for everything

To cease

While there are citizens

And innocence

To count

x

I can’t imagine an explosion

(over me

and I am done)

Next to me

So that I live

But everything is changed

x

For what

And whom I’ve lost

All basic things

And anything

Refined

x

A world that’s there

Even to know

The risks in temporality

And to persist

Then what I know

Is gone

And I am hurt

My body

And my mind

x

I might get fixed

But something will not mend

Something broken

That the screws

And prayers

Cannot reward

With success

x

Some part of me

Who wonders now

A beggar on the plane

Of dreams

And real hours

When I dance

With hate

And seeming

Justification

x

For it all

To have happened

And it’s happened

So that

There’s an end

Before the end

x

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x

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Don’t Listen

(x = space)

x

x

Don’t Listen

x

I’m sad is all

And maybe I may say

Who wouldn’t be

It’s raining

There are feet of snow

Out west

And that’s dangerous

x

In the south

There were tornados in the night

Can you imagine?

Too many don’t have to

You wouldn’t see it

You hear the train

If you can hear

The sounds of what you know

Changed into splinters

Horrifying

x

You might go dark

Deeper in, that is

Or might be missed

(tornados leap this way)

Or under things

That fell

But living

Needing to be found

x

And a factory nearby

Exploded of all things

Also last night

And people inside

Sorry

Some were killed

Others hurt

And people missing

While searchers search

Press conferences are held

Because

They have to be

x

Another factory

Not so far off

Went this way

Some days ago

I don’t think

It’s a conspiracy

But these destructive

And frightening

Severities

Must be taken seriously

x

Last night’s inferno

Costing

Families

The ones torn up

For good

And those in the community

Losing, too

x

You see,

The people in this factory

Made candy

Of all things

In fact for decades

And should have been

With all the chocolate offerings

Just in time for Easter

x

Now associations

Snow-driven winter

Romantic Southern nights

Anticipation of confections

Well,

The fears will have to go somewhere

Coping mechanisms

Mechanized

(as in ready to go)

Let hope

Like grace doctrinally

Abound

x

So I’m sad

Maybe I don’t know how

To take it in

To breathe vicarious

In addition to my

Own intake

For, well,

My own

Somewhat depressed

I deal in this

And have had counseling

And medication

x

The day’s been gray

With rain

Not life-threatening here

Persistent

Cold and dull

Is all

And enervating

x

I thought about errands

And such

Then thought better

Thinking it better

Or maybe better would have been

To go out

Get wet

Do something

x

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x

x

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x

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So Many Things Have Thorns

So Many Things Have Thorns

 

Saint Paul had a thorn,

I understand

Sometimes I feel as if I’ve swallowed

A rose bush

And the thorns now pierce the skin from

Inside

Watch out, don’t get too close

You’ll hurt yourself

 

C L Couch

 

 

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