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Dreaming Impossibly

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Dreaming Impossibly

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This is for real

But every now and then

I must imagine

Like one Lewis or the other

Things that cannot happen

Happening

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A hole

Through which

The world is further out

Horizons wider

Air that moves just right

Enhancing breath

Progressive fields

That do not have to tire

We can take them slowly

Discovering

Along the way

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Water we can take

It’s safe

And not worry

About returning

About returning overall,

Well, that’s another matter

After exploration

After delight

And rest

And learning

From this impossible day

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C L Couch

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Photo by Florian Rieder on Unsplash

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Man of Lepanto

Man of Lepanto

 

What matter wounds? Quixote cries

The cause is all

Chivalry

Fighting stone towers with moving arms

Craving to vanquish evil

Courtesy to prostitutes

Because a lady is a lady

Slipped, perhaps, but never fallen

 

Stabbed by shards in mirrors

Truth reveals the

Romance to be ruins,

Which should be all right—romantics

Are fond of inhabiting ruins

And they are all foundation

For a better way to live

 

Think you know how it is?

Better to know how it should be

This is maybe music more than literature

The show more than the novel

But sing as if were

Your best reason

An impossible star

 

C L Couch

 

 

Known for his bravery, Cervantes took part in the Battle of Lepanto in 1571. Stationed on the ship La Marquesa, he fought against the Ottoman Empire and sustained serious injuries in the conflict, suffering two chest wounds and the complete maiming of his left hand.

Miguel de Cervantes – Don Quixote, Books & Facts – Biography

 

 

Photo by Martin Jernberg on Unsplash

Himalayas

We were cold and tired but it was totally worth heading out in the dark for these shots! 🙂

 

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Spaceships

Spaceships

 

Shapes that never flew,

 

clean lines that don’t

exist;

 

eccentric shapes of fifty,

sixty years ago,

 

of older sci-fi movies,

too,

of Méliès and Lang;

 

I put my spirit-child trust in

these

far-off, far-out

conveyances

 

through times and places

that I ken

at night when

looking out to dream an

open sky;

 

Liftoff,

 

mind stowed above shined

shelves of

unknowing, rhythmic,

turned controls that

take me

 

nowhere, really;

 

back of the senses, though,

that day by day must

gauge

and engage—

there’s unerring flying

there,

as is said,

 

believe you me;

 

rocket to a set piece,

yes, I know; and

I’ll keep

watching,

dreaming of silver-streaming

things

 

that might bear

you and me

away into otherwise

impassable,

impossible flight-filled night

 

C L Couch

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