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The Heart-House Has Been Scoured

The Heart-House Has Been Scoured

 

Ash Wednesday

Wednesday for ashes

Woden’s day

Ragnarok

An apocalypse in folklore

 

God-belief

Has happened, we might

Say

Then gods dissolve without our

Faith, their

Angels cannot fly

Their agencies become the dust

Of skepticism, disbelief

The province of agnostics

Seeking secret

Knowledge

 

Those who believe that God

Is alive

I believe

Will take the ashes on our brows

Not because God is gone

But to make detritus

Of our seasonal

Distractions

 

The fatal kind that

Render clear sight granular

 

So we put the ashes

On the outside

Above our sight

So that clarity might be learned

Vision restored

To faith

 

A time starts now toward remembrance

To think and feel

These

And live

 

C L Couch

 

ashes

Ash Crosses and Social Networks

 

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Apology for Valentine’s

Apology for Valentine’s

 

I’m sorry

I didn’t mean to say it

As I did

I wanted to say something

So in nervousness I

Spoke too fast

And said too little

 

C L Couch

 

heart mended with safety pins

http://www.wisebread.com/12-smart-uses-for-safety-pins

 

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dimanche

dimanche

 

tomorrow,

lundi gras

because the season is

a day a piece

but excess sometimes lead to excess

in a binary way

 

so what if Sunday earns

in all quarterly respect

some quiet

inhalation

 

before the time

of beads

of jazz

of worldly processions

(you tell me)

exhales

 

c l couch

 

http://www.mardigras.com/news/2010/01/mardi_gras_bound_learn_about_b.html

 

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Iran Hostages in 1980

Iran Hostages in 1980

(52, 444)

 

I remember the Iran hostages

Held there for so many days

I remember the rescue fail

Husks of aircraft on the desert floor

And I could only imagine

(And I did)

About the crews and soldiers that

Had been carried inside

It was the start of Nightline on ABC

Where we got reports

Each day (each night)

And always a figure graphically depicted that

To me

Looked like someone mummified in black and white

And the number grew each day

Without better resolution

 

I was reminded of

The Viet Cong kill count each night given

On the evening news

And wondering why

The GI count was always higher

 

C L Couch

 

yellow ribbon tree

http://jssyellowribbon.com/YellowTree/

 

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The Enchanted Namesake

The Enchanted Namesake

 

I read the story long ago

I wrote the author

He never wrote back

But then how many

Contacts were there like mine

To say the name

Was mine as well

Did he ever take it as an indictment

As if to say,

It’s not my fault

I had my troubles, too, with it

Please leave

Me alone

 

On the jacket was the mention of

A bookstore

Which sounds pretty good

To me

A good life for which

I’d wish him well,

Of course

 

Well, I thought the name was silly until

It wasn’t

And the English teacher

Liked in fact

Having a literary character

For a name

As well as

A real person

 

C(hristopher Robin) L Couch

 

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Enchanted Places

 

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Jazz Tribute

Jazz Tribute

 

Water

Spoken oddly in some places

I prefer my

Waters

Muddy

Not to drink

But to drink in

 

C L Couch

 

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Banshee

Banshee

 

She calls death one at a time

And only she can do this

How many of her kind

Might number all the realms

She does not know

She cannot

The grammar is of one, no

More

No more can exist at a

Time

 

There is no plural here, for only she

Can split the night

A responsibility of one, and then

Not even that

She folds into time until

Her nature is invoked again

To rend the cloth

To terrify even the somber parts

Of night

Dawn becomes mortality

 

All this is hers

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Ireland symbol

 

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Riddle

Riddle

(starts 1 February)

 

Brigid lit a candle near

A dark place in winter, where

The groundhog, drawn by

Light, emerged

 

Saw a black companion and

Never felt lonely again

In the south, she does this for the

Pagans

And in keystone Pennsylvania

There are black hats borne

On white men

Saint Philip likes the

Older men

Wishes for more color

Signs of spring we know

 

So by the end of second night

We have all the hints

And spring arrives no doubt

Without our help

And all the shaping of folklore

 

For the

Right time

Theirs and ours

Is near

 

C L Couch

 

 

candlemas groundhog

fasterone.com

 

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Swimming

Swimming

 

My father used to swim the sound

I don’t know what that means, the sound

Since if ever I had seen it

I was two

But he swam it, and I guess

That was a distance

Puget Sound

He was the only engineer not to work

At Boeing

He chose the aluminum company instead

That sent him to Pittsburgh finally

Where the children finished growing up

That was fine

I like Pittsburgh

 

Anyway, to Puget Sound

And boats and ships and sails and I’m

Sure great engines

A life outside

I’ve had some of that, though

I did not wear an open shirt and a

Fedora on my head (yes, like Indiana Jones), stood

By the campfire, near which

Strings of fish were bound to sticks

And lines

Close by all the gear and even some guns

For pheasants and frankly

For rattlesnakes

These are the photographs and

The stories

 

How was he formed

And what did he leave?

And why do I have Northwest

Roots I do not know

 

At two, I picked blueberries for my

Grandmother

A memory I fight for

To conjure

To keep

 

C L Couch

 

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