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Lent 4

Lent 4

 

Swimming is fine

Be careful not to go so deep

There is no air

Unless you have an aqualung

And a buddy

Yes, God is there

Above, beneath, within

But scuba gear exists for a reason

Even inside a metaphor

Remember the old saw

About the person in a house

Surrounded by a rising flood

Who had a warning from the radio

To leave,

Then offers from neighbors in a boat

And a helicopter pilot who had espied

This captive on the roof

And lowered the machine

And this person, trapped, then was drowned

 

Then was mad at God in heaven

I thought you’d protect me, was the

Complaint—and the response?

I gave a radio warning, a ride with your

Neighbors, a seat in a helicopter:

Why are you here?

 

We can help each other

Share old sayings and

Find a new of saying things

Today

We should let that happen

 

C L Couch

 

 

Hard rain on a roof covered with felt and tar paper in Gåseberg, Lysekil Municipality, Sweden. Original version. The yellowish dots on the roof are lichen.

W.carter – Own work

 

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IWD ‘19

IWD ‘19

 

Today has been (to

announce it)

International Women’s Day,

And in my country

Women have said they

Own the responsibility

For women’s status not only here

But also in the world

 

To me, this is amazing

It’s sisterhood

(you decide how to say this—)

 

Yeah, it is

 

C L Couch

 

 

Public Domain

With nearly 1000 [African-American] women employed as burners, welders, scalers, and in other capacities at the Kaiser Shipyards in Richmond, California, women war workers played an important part in the construction of the Liberty Ship SS George Washington Carver, launched on May 7th, 1943. Welder-trainee Josie Lucille Owens plies her trade on the ship.

 

Huffington Post

Most U.S. women see gender equality around the world as their shared responsibility.

 

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Lent 3

Lent 3

 

Now let’s dive in

The water might not be easy

But it’s time to think

Or swim

What is the season for

It’s for faith

But there are long stretches for

Allowance, I believe

For doubt and all kinds of other

Tugging matters

Pulled up the anchor

Drifting around a while

 

C L Couch

 

 

Artykha / 2 images

(Pixabay)

 

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Lent 2

Lent 2

 

I need to slow down an anxious heart

Place it on the page

Start a new movement,

Lento, lento

 

Love and loss

I just heard those words

Spoken deeply by a woman

Respected deeply

Her low notes offer an easing of

Fast talking

Fast thinking

 

I have a whole season for everything

Take time

Forget or shelve at least

What’s too fast

Or bring it along, if that can’t be helped

But try to enter as fairly as possible

Maybe there will be a restful leavetaking

 

C L Couch

 

 

<a href=”https://pixabay.com/photos/turtle-slowly-large-871285/”>Image</a&gt; by <a href=”https://pixabay.com/users/Pixel-mixer-1197643/”>Pixel-mixer</a&gt; on Pixabay

 

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Living Ashes

Living Ashes

(6 March 2019)

 

Ash Wednesday

Day of ash

Start of Lent

A slowing time

As in lento when the music

Slows

Because it must so that the fullness

Is appreciated

 

Cigar ash

Ash rising from an evening fire

On the hearth inside

Or ‘round a ring in a sponsored place

Where campers meet

To sing

Or tell stories

All of which, like music,

Can lead the pace as well

 

Ashen face

Missing blood and signs

Of lively living,

Ash that’s left of things

Incinerated

Blasted in a furnace of white heat

‘Til blood is dried, marrow has cooked

In bones

And inorganic things released

Of familiar substance

Until only unringed nuclei

Are left

A mystery for spectroscopy

 

Livened ash

We are reminded

Adama

We return to earth

But keep in mind what

We are now

All the substance, all the motion

We can own

 

C L Couch

 

 

NASA Goddard Space Flight Center from Greenbelt, MD, USA – NASA Satellite Captures New Russian Volcanic Eruption, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=51484278

For the first time in 35 years, the Plosky Tolbachik volcano in Russia’s far eastern Kamchatka Peninsula erupted on Nov. 27, 2012, sending clouds of ash to the height of more than 9,800 feet (3,000 meters).

 

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How to Say It?

How to Say It?

 

God, it’s Monday

That’s not an interjection

Or some kind of epithet

Though God of Mondays would work

Be a working title,

Certainly

 

It’s simply a morning greeting;

I hope to say tomorrow

With the meaning

(and the morning)

God, it’s Tuesday

 

C L Couch

 

 

By 歌川広重 – 東京都立図書館, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=39086057

Morning Glory by Utagawa Hiroshige, 1866 (Japanese Woodblock print)

 

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Paean

Paean

 

I don’t know what time it is

I mean, it’s mid-morning

Not in an hour of

Dramatic dark or anything

The sky outside’s a wash, in fact

Enough light for movement,

Nothing added

 

But I have slept, at last

And feel the thankful fullness

That comes and lives inside

For a while,

When the right kind of unconsciousness

Has happened over hours

 

There are images of nature on TV

Some kind of early-winter story

In March, I can afford

To let it be romantic

All the layers

That they wear

And that nature provides

 

(later on I look;

it’s ten fifty-nine)

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Jaanus Jagomägi on Unsplash

 

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Blush

Blush

 

The flower is old

Nothing untoward happened

The plant from which the flower droops

Is green and brown and healthy

 

Seeing into a dappled sky

The pink is down

There are marks and spots

Peer fuchsias don’t look so well, either

It happens, doesn’t it

 

Little more to say

As day drops toward night

There might be even less tomorrow

Nearby I think there is a bud-in-waiting

To release

Youth into the air

 

Is there a metaphor—well, there

Really is a flower

I’ve seen it every day for two weeks now

And some

Sure

A figure for something else

 

Passage of time

Inexorable results

Everything we gain

Bright then slowly fading

I think you can take us through the rest

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Paintings from my [Spiske’s] thirteen year old nephew. Have a look: http://felixspiske.com.

 

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The Cost of Velocity

The Cost of Velocity

 

Wind is all around

Thanks to a machine

I’ll take it

Because sometimes if

We’re lucky, this

Is what we get

 

Maybe a mountain top would improve

Sensation

But like organic food, so-called

The fashion of the moment

Trips and climbs can’t be

Afforded

Time and money

Abrogated in favor of, you know,

Food (of any kind)

With the need to stay in place

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Amanda Sandlin on Unsplash

 

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