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Look at It Another Way

Look at It Another Way

 

I’m thinking of a cave

Yes, there could be crystal there

 

And, yes, I suppose there could be

A wizard there

How about two wizards

She can wield the power from

The spells he formulates

Realizing brand-new combinations of

The elements that otherwise

Might have kept on sleeping

In the deeps of earth and time

 

A retelling

A fantasy

But as with everything in all dimensions

It could happen

 

C L Couch

 

 

Crystal Ice Cave

California (USA)

Jesse Barden (photographer)

https://www.nps.gov/labe/planyourvisit/crystalicecavetours.htm

 

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Therapy Human

Therapy Human

(fable with a person in the part)

 

The people she is speaking with

Think that it’s a hoot

And knife-like insight:

 

My brother-in-law helps my sister

When they’re on an airplane

Because my sister hates to fly

 

He gets to know the people

Sitting nearby

He’s excellent at striking up conversations

Works at exchanging seats,

When necessary

 

At the airport, she

Refers to him as “my therapy human”

Since therapy animals are in vogue

 

But we can do this for each other,

And it’s good to say so

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Liabilly Wildflower – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=29461877

Allee is a Labrador who acts as an assistance dog for someone with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

 

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Missing

Missing

(Old Poodle)

 

I have Old Poodle still

He’s here

And at the moment he is resting

He often lets me turn him like

A ragdoll

Like an organism without bones

Not even wire

 

He’s cheerful

Likes to nip my hand when I give him

Treats

Will go outside happily enough

And with more gusto return

His eyes are dark and shiny circles

As they should be

Mister Stephen from Hard Times

Might be impressed

 

Every now and then however

He looks a little lost

Not as if he doesn’t know where he is

But rather that someone else

Should be here

 

At least something that was intrusive in

His universe is missing

And the lack of energy and mass

Is disorienting

It’s Old Dachshund

Who died some months ago

 

C L Couch

 

 

Public Domain (no image creator credited)

https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1165002

 

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All We Like Sheep

All We Like Sheep

(Isaiah 53)

 

Somewhere in a mountainside

Or on more flattering pastureland

(depending on the kind,

and there are many kinds)

There are some sheep

 

And someone to care for them

It’s not a glamorous matter

There’s bad weather and a constant

Concern for good grazing and

Good water

A predator from outside crashing through

It doesn’t matter what size the flock

The worries are the same

 

I want them to live

I want them to grow

I want them to procreate another generation

There is a purpose for them

Some purposes are docile

Some will be drastic

That is the prophecy for sheep

And tending them

 

They are often wayward

They might need something like a stick, not

For punishment but guidance,

Especially to reach and

To enter through

At the end of day

The gate to home

 

C L Couch

 

 

“boys”

Sasin Tipchai

Amphoe Phochai/Thailand

https://pixabay.com/en/users/sasint-3639875/

 

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Breathing in the Morning

Breathing in the Morning

 

It’s the kind of cold that

Gets into your bones

If you’re a pirate

On a creaking ship

In a northern sea

Or simply go outside

(hell, look outside)

On a gray day like today

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Claude Monet – Digital photo by User:Postdlf, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11872788

Waterloo Bridge, Gray Day

 

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Marching Home

Marching Home

 

I’m in the South now

For a time,

Which is fine

I’m from here

I like it fine

It’s coastal Carolina’s version

Of the winter

The thicker blood in me has a chance

To thin gradually

While I’m here (fifties and sixties)

 

I just heard a smart person from Mississippi say

That Mississippi is known for

Writers and racism

I suppose that’s sad but true

Except for the writers part

I’m here for chores

House care, care for the dog

Old with bright eyes

Maybe we’d take a good picture

Near each other

 

Racism is a special kind of hate

The lack of seeing people for the people

It’s not forest for trees

It’s willing blindness

Not to look at bark or touch it

Smell the air that carries life

Hear the joy of birdsong

 

Taking paint away from canvas

Flame away from fire

Food from off the stove

Prejudice owns nothing

But tries a tyranny on everything

Until its own atoms fail

For lack of cohesion

And entropy claims all

For lack of reinforcement

No new energy, at last

 

Can we wait for an empty fire to burn off?

It’s not Centralia (up north)

It’s vapid, mean,

And tries to tear apart what is

Without substance (unlike the fire

that rages underground, which has it)

The world, notwithstanding

So much bigger

Owning all shapes and sizes

Colors to coordinate or glare against

And isn’t that just wonderful?

 

Join the world

Take the cosmos

You can ride the whirlwind as a miracle

And wake up to the brilliance on another side

 

So far, so good, my hours in the South

I hope you’ll join me

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Zp, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1897898

 

Updates from https://www.offthebeatenshelf.com/blog/

Off the Beaten Shelf Book Blog – Off the Beaten Shelf

In the 02/16/2019 edition:

 

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Found Art

Found Art

 

My sister’s shop

Is cool, if you like old things

I do

Actually, she’s moved it home

Closed up her vendor site

And now is selling though an auction

Place up the road

It’s working well

 

The shelves with all the items on

Them are now

In the guest room

I’m surrounded

 

By a bunny mold with eyes that have

No pupils (they would be added in the icing

once the cake is made), yet it somehow stares at me

There are cordial glasses

Old-style mason jars

Filled with marbles

Or shells found on beaches long ago

Nancy Drews

And cookbooks

Cameras that take film and mild-blue flash bulbs

She tells me they all function, still

 

But what I see everywhere is

Anthropomorphizing

Like the rabbit without eyes who looks at me

Pig, mole, gnomes, more pigs

(she likes pigs)

Dogs, Santa Claus

Unliving metal, porcelain, and glass

All made into living things

Representation

I have lots of company in this room

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Mario Calvo on Unsplash

 

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Want Adds

Want Adds

 

“we are seeking talented, enthusiastic individuals who are ambitious and hungry to grow”

 

Why can’t anyone

Be seeking laid-back

People who like to write

Poetry and to live

Like hobbits?

 

It gets worse

The ones on board are dressed in black

Or maybe deep, deep gray

They have many, smiling tiny teeth, maybe in many

Rows like sharks

They’d have slow-moving fish like

Me for lunch

 

Wanted—someone who likes art

And history

Someone who reads novels for lunch

Someone who eschews the necktie

The power whatever-else to wear

(female or male)

But who is loyalty

By default created

Who loves patterns and textures that

Go so far down and up so high

 

Who dreams

Who wants others to dream

The kind of dream that makes us real

If you have a job

Like that, please post it

Or maybe forget that and dial or

Wire me directly

(sorry, text or click

 

but) If you light a bonfire on a hill, that

Might do

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

 

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Pooh and Paddington Meet at Victoria Station

Pooh and Paddington Meet at Victoria Station

 

I thought this was a place as good as any

We could have picked, ah, you know, Paddington

You have a station named for you?

No, you see, it’s where I was found

Oh, yes, I was once found—then I got lost again

Oh, I’m sorry

Yes, well, I was on my way to Paddington to meet a friend

To Paddington?

Or was it on the way to Friend to meet a Paddington?

Yes, well, shall we have tea?

Would you like to share some tea and honey?

Oh, yes, very much

Good, I’ll take the honey, thank you

 

C L Couch

 

 

Two Bears drinking fountain, Kensington Gardens

By http://www.cgpgrey.com, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=37262732

 

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