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Nos Temps Perdu

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Nos Temps Perdu

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Bad memories

Shameful

We wince

But it’s okay

Freudianism aside

(which I guess

we cannot do,

not entirely)

They are over now

We don’t have to

Live them

There should be

Some knee-jerk

Relief in this

We don’t have to live them

More than once,

The once that lived them

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There’s much to do,

Of course

Therapy and such

And telling those

Who must be told

While learning

Not to tell it again and again

To ourselves

Or live them

Many times more

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Enough ownership

To say

That happened

It’s made a difference

Here it is

A thing that

Doesn’t have to rule

My nerves

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Then there are

The good parts:

Learning

Or sometimes simply pleasure

Recalled from

Good things that have happened

If we’re going to live in memory

From time to time,

There are

The good parts, too

And, oh yeah, there is today

Where we are now

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Hello

Doctor

Name

Continue

Yesterday

Tomorrow

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Machine memory

Human memory

Both have glitches

Both can be recollected

Let go or kept in health

With clarity

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C L Couch

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National Parc of Tassili n’Ajjer, Algerian Sahara, near Djanet, rock engravings (7000 years old)

Photo by Azzedine Rouichi on Unsplash

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Ghosts

(x = space)

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Ghosts

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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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Imposition of Immortality

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Imposition of Immortality

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The tree outside looked as if it were leaning toward the window.  I mean big parts, think branches and the bow.  Black against a gray sky, it all looked dramatic.  Worse, a little scary.  Trees have fallen down before.  In the back, a large one, bringing many wires with it.  In the backyard of the house I grew up in in Pittsburgh, a tall and wide willow.  Fell in the night, covering the backyard to be seen in the daylight.  The first big thing to fall in my nascent awareness.  Will the new tree fall?  I don’t know.  Who does?  The squirrels and dogs walked by?  Qué será, será, the Spanish say (and Doris Day).  It is what it is, we say these days.  All we are is dust in the wind.  I guess that goes for imposing trees as well.

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C L Couch

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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

By William Wordsworth

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45536/ode-intimations-of-immortality-from-recollections-of-early-childhood

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Photo by Diane Helentjaris on Unsplash

Purcellville, Virginia

Old carved tombstone of a weeping willow tree in a cemetery in the countryside near Purcellville, Virginia in Loudoun County. The cemetery was integrated with the graves of African American and white Americans as was the nearby church.

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Clean Your Room

Clean Your Room

 

I don’t know what was the timing,

But every now and then it was

Time to clean our rooms

My mother said

I don’t recall how long it took

Things looked impressive, after

I never could keep

The look

I’m sure I wondered why

But now it’s people

(imminence and remembrance)

I have to sort

Place on a shelf or in a box

I’m not good at closing things

Walking away without

Leaving open cupboard doors

And drawers

(lids of boxes)

Leaving depths

Invitations

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

 

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Colleagues

Colleagues

 

I heard from my friends about

Their trip to Europe

My cat friends listened with

Me

We enjoyed the stories

Though they’d rather have their bowls

And I was a soft touch for them

While Mom and Dad

Had been away

 

But life returns to older ways

And all are here

I’ll see the images, go home

I’ll think about my parents

For some reason

How it was not

Easy

 

And, if vicarious,

The family I attend to

Now

Only tussles over

Unimportant things

So that negotiations never last

Because remembrance is

For

All the needful things we keep

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by sarandy westfall on Unsplash

 

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Gunita

Gunita

 

Remembrance

Until it might

Slip away,

 

Tripped not on

Forgetfulness

But rather

On the path to

Now

 

Then matters

Again,

 

A crystal

Record;

 

But while you

And I are here

 

Memory is

Present for the

Present

 

Even if we

Stumble over

Nostalgia

In our steps to

The sweetness of

This time

 

C L Couch

 

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.

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
  2. A post can be anything. A poem, a fiction, a six-word tale, or even a photo. It’s all up to you.
  3. Linkback/create a pingback to this post: Word-High July 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do a pingback.
  4. Tag your post with WordHighJuly, so your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  5. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

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Gutted

Gutted

 

Walking through the house

Was strange: your

House that burned, now

Skeletal and

Perpendicular

 

Beams and cross-beams,

Bannister askew—rooms

Awash

 

In neutral shades of earth

And ash,

 

An appliance here or there;

 

For all the blackened parts

And where textures are

Impressed with soot and

Shadowed particles,

 

The house we see

Could be

 

Rising from the ground

As new:

 

Save for a generation’s

Life, now endowed only

By memory as legacy,

 

Which I think you saw

Upon the bones of

Your remembered home,

 

As we all walked through

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Ask Any Soldier

Ask Any Soldier

 

“When your friend

Gets killed, part of you

Gets killed”

 

A testimony and

Remembrance for

USA Memorial Day

 

Which I can only

Guess is right since

I have friends gone

In other ways, and

They and those parts

Of me yet feel lost

 

To lose through war

When targets seem

A random strategy:

 

Colors, shapes, tribes

On a map or guessed

At over a hill

 

Loss of life or partial

Life must feel

 

The height of

Unselected cruelty

On a pillar of

Senselessness

 

If a citizen salute

Might count, then

Listen to one

 

Expressing in

Tribute to

Patriot sacrifice

And personal

Complexity in

Service

 

Thanks is not enough,

So memory is offered

 

And legacy of

Better nations

 

C L Couch

 

(quotation from the AHC channel)

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A Memory of Church

A Memory of Church

The family of God
That is the church

I have a memory:
A small church building
On the edge of town
Maybe on the way
To the next place
Or into the countryside
Or simply on the
Outskirts; and in this
Church, there was
A very pleasant man
The pastor with whom
I had enjoyed an
Ecumenical Bible
Study in the town

I liked that man, and
I liked that church
He and it were simple
(In the best way we
Use that word), set
Apart—the way I
Think the universal
Church should be;

And isn’t—we want
To be in the center of
Town, where everything
Fashionably important
Takes place

We want to be in
And will accommodate
Much about ourselves
So we can be there

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