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Poetry and Senses (3 poems)

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Poetry and Senses (3 poems)

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Upstart Clay

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God will help us through

By being quiet

Leaving all the noise to us

Except the wind

Maybe the water that descends

To strike the surface

Maybe on the ancient

Mountaintop

That moans

Or the young one that must explode

Or pushing geysers through

The scalding

Earth

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So there

God might be noisy

After all

To take a part in all this

And remind us

Of the presence

And natural participation

Of the maker

And the making

Which is us

Fashioning our noise

Into making something

Too

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The Color Wheel

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There is yellow

There is red

Then blue

There are the colors

In between

Orange

Purple

Green

And there we are

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No white

Or pink carnation

For a crayon

No black to see

Though depending on perspective

Black might be suffuse

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We love our color wheel

Couldn’t get along

To see

Without it

And the colors might turn concepts

To explain

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To touch sometimes

Though there is no distinction

Doing that

To smell the color

Which is to smell the paint

Nothing to hear

Unless the wheel

Be turning

And there is humming from an engine

Or a supplicating gear

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Imagine Earth the wheel

Us the fashioners

How are we doing

Are we colorful

Do we six colors

Bordered

Unattended

Or do we mix and blend

And have a globe

Outstanding

Then when turning

Make a noise

Send a message

To the others

Here we are

Introduce us to yourselves

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Wheels within Wheels

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Wheels within wheels

That had been said

As it’s been invented

With clay

With metal

In the mind

Over centuries

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As a metaphor

Plots within plots

Every smaller

Going out

Ever larger

So that families

And nations

Are affected

Even over thrown

Reinvented

From parts left over

Rounded

And toothed

To have new rhythms

And redesigned

Noise

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Wheels that press

Or parts caught

Inside gears

Or there’s so much pressure

So much lack of space

That something crushes

Unless so difficult itself

Breaks the gear

Breaks the wheel

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And someone

Victor

I suppose

Must rework everything

So that we’re round again

And might make music

This time

As we turn

Through space

And time

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The Anchorite Paradigm

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The Anchorite Paradigm

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There is quiet

There is some noise

There is the right

Combination

Based on relative needs

And wants

So that the anchorites

Inside

Might thrive

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I’m not sure

I can tell

Because I’m not she

Or you

Preparing for retreat

Or the quiet

Time

In every day

For God and one

And later on

A few more

Maybe many

If there’s a meeting

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It has to be a merging

The world isn’t one thing

Or the other

Spirit

And flesh

Technology

Impulsive

Even pollution and clean air

Is the way we have things

Now

And for a while longer

Until something breaks

Like a good wave

And we have innovation

With tradition

And legacy

That’s in between

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Breathe for selah

In our inventing

Wait a second for approval

Then move on toward

Another

Better

Newer

Defensible

Amen

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C L Couch

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monday protest

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monday protest

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get up

listen to the noise

and go

and this is how it starts

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a day

in the modern world

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no,

thank you

iI’ll stay here

in the drab place

and time

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of dark and cold

of sleep

and safety

well

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i won’t grow up

not i

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if you must leave

i’ll stay

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Eve X

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Eve X

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I cannot help

But love the evening

Maybe you feel the same

And in the quiet night

A miracle

And it can’t have been quiet

With the mother

And the father

And the animals

And the outside

Night noises

And yet the heart is quiet

Generally

When

There is the birth

To contemplate

In the dark

And after

Maybe

An extraordinary light

That might be candlelight

Or dawn

Or an inside

Sunrise

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And it could happen

In an hour of

Any Christmas Eve

With apologies to mothers

And to fathers

And to animals

The wilderness

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But we might need

Silent consideration

Of it all

And then to have a new day

In more silence

Or the noise

Of a wonderful

However illuminated

Day

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Darkness

And light

Darknesses

And lights

We might need both

To understand

How a birth leads

To eternal life

Because it may

It does

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Believer holding candle at evening church ceremony in Paris.

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The Noise

The Noise

 

I think I hear street-sweeping

Wrong day

No, it’s a plane

The noise is now stentorian

Now it’s Doppler-fading

A truck going through town?

No follow-up

Wet tires, maybe

On other cars

Scattered showers were predicted

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Daniel von Appen on Unsplash

 

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Tomorrow Look for Litany

Tomorrow Look for Litany

 

Quiet nature

And it’s not

It’s noisy—screeching, scratching,

Tearing, flapping, crying out

In pain or loss or delight

 

It’s an uneven, all-textured

Unbalanced affair

Not all spheres are smooth in space,

Not every nest has beauty

 

There are scars and broken limbs

That bespeak mortality

But could we have it any other way

 

There is math in the nautilus

And harmony when mourning doves

Begin the day in need

Conversing with each other:

 

Come, join me

In this tree, set with me

 

C L Couch

 

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The Banshee Cries

The Banshee Cries

 

I split the night, I know

I want to

Further chaos into silent

Human sleep

 

I have neither quiet

Nor rest

Why should you?

 

And when my piercing

Work is done

And I’ve coursed through

Your family

 

I’ll come for you

You won’t see though

You will hear

And maybe at last

Listen

 

Too late to fix your

Prophecy

 

That’s done:

 

And you will come with me

To a place

Where hellish noise is

All you know

 

You,

Betraying man

Who spoke

Curses in love

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