(x = space)
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Quicksilver
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O God, our help
Help me now
There is sunshine
I should like it
And be thankful
I should be thinking forward
You know, make a plan
Take a firm step
In a new direction
While respecting
Where we’ve been
Amen
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C L Couch
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Photo by Adrien Converse on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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No Tricks
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God help us
God will help us
If we ask
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Though God is not a raven
Or a spider
Or a god who wants
To play immortal pranks
In Asgard
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God is closer to a dragon:
Power contained,
Always ready for release
Of power
Or of learning
Then
Reveal
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Guardian of treasures,
Keeper of wisdom
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What do we want—
What do we want of God?
God is curled up to rest
Or stretched
While flying through the sky
And so much higher
Without need for air
x
Would we like to go,
Would we like to ride with God?
x
We might have to go through
A mountain,
First,
Or out until we find
A howling island
x
Or inside
Our capillaries
x
Once there,
Mind your manners
Around dragons
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C L Couch
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by Battle Brook – File:Valhallas.jpg, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=84903609
Valhallas’ Asgard and Midgard peaks seen from north
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(x = space)
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The Village Maker
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Around the Christmas tree,
My mother used to arrange
A winter’s village
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We knew it was winter
Because a sheet had been
Wrapped around
The base and all,
The buildings set inside the folds
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There were houses,
Naturally, most with
Peaked roofs though
There was one house top
That was crenellated
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Cardboard walls (and roofs)
Had been painted somehow
In manufacturing
With coats of glitter
x
There was a church with
Paper stained-glass windows
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There were people
Plastic or metal
I’m not sure,
Walking through town
x
There might have been a bench
For one or two to sit upon
x
There were people, I believe,
Set in a one-horse sleigh
x
There was a pond for ice
And skating, and there were
Ice-skaters there
x
The pond was a small mirror
x
I thought that was so clever
Of my mother
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There were holes in the backs
Of the houses and
The church,
Through which light bulbs
Were pressed and a wire,
All connected so that when
The tree was lit, the
Village was illuminated, too
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C L Couch
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Photo by Gard Skaar Johansen on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Wording
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Magic in words
A phrase I’m sure that has been said
In many times and places
Media
Many languages
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For it must seem that way
The way words can turn things
I suppose like many things
They have no value
Until applied
Character in the one
Who speaks or writes
Agenda, too
An open one shows fortitude
The hidden one a kind of cowardice
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They can start wars
In fact, we have to say
They are declared
Then words are needed, after
In treating peace
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There is so much more to say
Your turn
Use your words
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C L Couch
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Photo by Damon Lam on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Shipwreck of State
(in pandemic time)
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By the way, the highest number
Of cases was reported
Yesterday
But this mass lack of perspective
Child’s bid for attention
Ersatz use of masks
x
We don’t want to care, anymore
We have sick to care for
Too many dead to bury
In decency,
Though we’ll try
x
It isn’t that important,
The thing inside white buildings
In the capitol,
State houses similarly infected
x
There is disease,
And there is disease
Politics aside—and that’s it, isn’t it?
Putting aside what is
Supposed to serve us
With our money
With our votes
With belief
x
We have lives to deal with
And lack of life to mourn,
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Which is the real nation
That like church
Means all the people
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C L Couch
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Bow of the TITANIC
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(x = space)
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it’s hours after
x
what do I really want to say
that I wish it hadn’t happened
that I wish ashli babbitt
hadn’t been shot and killed
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that I wish invaders hadn’t taken over
the senate chamber, though
maybe politicians will think
twice about the room
in which they serve
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maybe many people will think twice
I want to pray
mercy for the misguided
to be specific, I’ll need
an angel to point out everyone for me
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Photo by Maxim Tajer on Unsplash
Lipno nad Vltavu, Černá v Pošumaví, Czech Republic
Fire Tornado
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(x = space)
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What We Will
(6 January)
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I don’t have anything
For you, but
There is this:
There is a story
x
It is winter, now;
We have passed Twelfth Night,
The yule log is expiring
In the manor home,
Epiphany will have
Its celebrations;
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Winter, then, will be
Full upon us
In the north;
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And it will be, between
Any festivals, such a
Good time for stories
And storytellers
x
Who should be invited
Then blessed on their way
To comfort others in
diverse ways.
x
Should there be no tellers
At hand, then we must
Become them—every group
Has a story,
After all;
And if yours has none to tell,
Then write it
(there will be a text
for now, for later on)
And then tell it:
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Hear it, everyone!
In the north, it is
Such a good time for this.
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C L Couch
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Photo by Lance Anderson on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Nowhere People
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I rock sometimes,
Seated cross-legged here
Between bouts of writing;
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It works out my lower back
And keeps me in motion,
Which seems important
In the smaller ways
To do so;
x
I might like the rocking chair,
I don’t know;
There is an association
That could be revised:
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Saving the rocking chair for age,
For those still in motion
Not going anywhere
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C L Couch
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Photo by Morgan Vander Hart on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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The Arrival
x
My people don’t believe
In me,
And I am sad
And I am vengeful—the
Only thing allowed to be
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I shall find them In their lairs
And look for justice,
Any sign of righteousness
Because
I am all mercy as well
x
I stay my hand
And also bring it down
x
I’d rather they live in paucity
And peace with Earth
And each other,
Leaving the world no worse,
If not better,
When a generation’s
Done with it
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Creation is renewable
As it is sustainable,
x
But I have other children;
Here,
I have placed a point
In time
For an arrival
And the last catastrophes
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I wish they would be good,
I wish they would believe,
x
I wish that judgment
Perfect in me
Could be a happy process
When all of us are here
At last
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C L Couch
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Comet NEOWISE
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