2 poems kind of about brokenness (sorry)
When the Circle’s Not Unbroken
The Lord
Invites us
To the circle
Or the square
Or something oblong
Maybe
Rhomboid
To something
Maybe broken
For design
Or due to
Some experience
That seems
To break up everything
Fear
And anger
Breaking out
Without
The lines
To keep it in
To keep what might be loved
Therein
Though love remains
In the fragments
The Lord
Cares for us in these
And if the situation
Backs in
From extreme
The parts
Maybe come together
In a new shape
If partial
While we gesture
Talk
And work on fixing
For a while
Call it prayer
Call it Bible study
Call it therapy
Or medication
Every means
That helps
In measured
Dosage
And discretion
‘Til something like
Our circle
Even as
Something else
Shall come together
Maybe with a new
Amen
March on Two Left Feet
(or right)
The fifth already
Seems like
March is
The right name
The lion hasn’t really
Come
Though are there hints
Of lambs
Is a fair question
It’s in-between
A kind of academic
Purgatory
While the sky
And Earth
Decide
To fix the things
From winter
Into spring
We hope
The flowers undeceived
The planting happen
In its own
Good timing
That might have to change
Or not
Should good-guessing be required
By planters
Of all kinds
Who typically
Are breathing through
Northeastern cold
While waiting
For green seasons
To begin
C L Couch
Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash
(x = space)
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Un-Beware the Ides
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It’s Wednesday
Ides of June
Somewhere in the day
There’s a needle moment
That separates
The first half
Of thirty days
From the other
What we’ve had
From what happens next
x
Every month
Has an ides
It’s the one from March
That’s famous
At any rate,
Here we are
Halfway
And I can hope
And do
That whatever the first
Half of June
Brought for you
That the second part
Is good,
Even delightful
Brimmed with hope
Spiced with pleasure
Itself the present moment
That’s what matters
Yet become a second hope
As a sign of things
To come
Maybe into the next month
With its ides
x
Or shall I say
May I say,
Happy the
Rest of June
x
Fondly for
Family, friends,
And strangers,
Christopher
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C L Couch
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Half Dome, Yosemite National Park, California USA
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(x = space)
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Merry Whichever
(greeting)
x
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
x
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
x
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
x
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
x
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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Crueling Month
(in response to Dajena’s kind challenge)
February’s kinda cruel
First, there’s pronouncing it
(In Arabic months or Hebrew
Or Chinese it might go
Better), then facing it as the
Last full month of winter (In
The Northeast)
I don’t know what to make
Of Valentine’s Day, an
American confusion
But the month offers two
Gifts at the start and end
My favorite, shapeless
Holiday on the second, a
Day for groundhog-prophecy
That celebrated in any
Undetermined way is good
And sometimes like now
(This year) we get an extra
February day
But then
It’s an added winter day:
Why not be offered in a
Temperate season?
Compensation for all
Lengthier other months, I
Guess
https://moonskittles.wordpress.com/2016/04/04/cruel-month-a-poem/
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