N is for None (Prayer)
Antique for afternoon, partitioned prayer
Often over memory—petition, supplication
In none lines I pray for you, intercessory
Neighbors who are fighting, maybe more
Friends who are generous and persevere
Family that grows in number, challenges
You who take part here to have your days
Maybe none is for infinite, three by three
And on, asking-prayers, loving perpetually
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Blogging from A to Z Challenge
East of Eden
Earthquakes split (6.4,
7.4), volcanoes feared
In a paradisal land that
Has such virtue in
Nature and humanity
Anger of nature, the
Patron’s rightful wrath
For it has been a place
Of crushing empire, too
Or is it in imitations of
The west, of surrendering
Ancient code, ritual, and
Ceremony to impose
New rule of the
Incorporated world
Residents sleeping inside
Comb-shaped cells like
Unfeeling bee-keeping
Perilous excesses in
Manufacturing and energy
Production, making Japan
Truly like the rest
In the wake of nature’s
Lightning crevassing the
Land in whatever form
Is invoked, attitudes
And disposition are not
Enough to take on
Now
Our neighbors need
And though we might
Cry that we’re not able
Or we are too far
No excuse is enough
Our neighbors need
Lines
I tried to make a cursive h
(If we know what cursive is
I hear it’s no longer taught
In school)
Anyway (my rant set aside),
I failed to get it right and,
In my attempt to
Write it right,
I saw what makes the letter
A circle, more an oval
Straight line descending
At an angle, then upon
A simple arch
Those three shapes
Make this alphanumeric
Contribution
Such plain things make up
The world
Lines are bent or remain
Straight, all to recommend
How Earth might be
By keepers and expressers
Who delight with beauty in
Design
L is for Lyric
Will you sing with me?
If I start,
If you start,
Shall we sing together?
The earth spins off harmony,
A jubilance of sparks—
Fireworks
In the mind
Our words become song
And, while orbiting,
An invitation:
Into our creating cups,
Ambrosia-better,
Liquid inspiration
Not for drinking but for
Utterance,
Music becoming
Current in the cosmos
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The Last Insult
A homeless man is shot down
It happened in L.A.
It happens anywhere
I say man until women are
Shot down, too
Having lost
Family, work, wardrobe
One’s own place to stay
Or say
Reliance on water and food
The basics long gone
Finally, a move in desperation
Imprudent, maybe
Criminal
But what’s left
And the last thing—there
Was one thing—is lost
Spirit ascends, offers an
Amish hope
Confidence mitigated
By designed ignorance of
Providence
Without doubt, nothing more
To lose here
Planet Iks
It might have another
Name but for demotion of
A planetoid, and we really
Haven’t found it yet
But there’s good (knowing)
Guessing now that it is
There—
A globe ten times the size
Of Earth and more yet
Too far or too errant for
Our scopes to espy
Here’s a world in our solar
Home we didn’t know
A circle signaling that our
System of counting and
Of comprehending (in both
Ways)
Might be far itself from
Being done, even though we
Measure over ages
K is for Kalliope
Transliterated from old Greek,
Eldest and leader of the Muse
Sisters, Muse of song and
Public articulation—in other
Words, speech-delivery
She had a son, an artful maker,
Too—he was killed; and his
Mother took his remains to
Enshrine them on Lesbos, an
Ancient isle, which we might
Visit today
Were she to sing in our
Parlance and with our take
On life’s matters:
I inspire your song and speech
And go unrecognized
Most no longer believe that
Mortal skills come from a sacred
Start
I might sing again, though first
Would be the labor in mourning
For all I have lost
My boy, who was murdered
For envy or rage (I care not
Which) and whose grave
Molders in an island pit bereft
Of laurel leaves
Orpheus, as well my son,
Whose sanctioned journey into
Hell yet lost him his wife in
Petty business of Hades and
The underworld’s rule (I
Respect them not)—his life was
Left to sorrow like mine
And your interest? Why would
Gods matter to you? All
Divinity is mitigated in belief,
Mostly unexpressed, that you
Shall save yourselves—
Foolish
You will need us, still
Day 141
Today is Day 141
In a one-hundred-eighty day
School year
Thirty-nine days to go
Thirty-nine?
What a drag!
Yes, daughter, but can
You not see what you have
Achieved?
Can you not feel progress?
How about some growth?
Try to find some joy in
Growing through the
Thirty-nine
You’re going anyway,
My dear
C L Couch
Book(Poem)-Spine Poem
(inspired by so many of my blogging
peers-friends skillful in this)
All quiet on the Western front
A confederacy of dunces
The charge of the Light Brigade
The crying of Lot 49
Diving into the wreck
Hamlet
Dandelion wine
Something wicked this way comes
And then there were none
Ship of fools
On the beach
We
Brave New World
A is for alibi
Because I could not stop for death
The cry of the children
A sad heart at the supermarket
Goblin market
(Remarque, Toole, Tennyson, Pynchon, Rich, Shakespeare, Bradbury, Bradbury, Christie, Porter, Shute, Zamyatin from Cyrillic, Huxley, Grafton, Dickinson, Barret Browning, Jarrell, Rossetti)
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