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K is for Kalliope

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

 

 

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

Day 141

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

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)

Heart v Mind

Heart v Mind

a divorce decree

 

whereas

heart and mind

can’t get along

 

but must reside

next door one

the other

 

the body the

home must

remain neutral

 

ground in

cellular space

distinct unless

 

the distance

might be closed

under new

terms

 

maybe new

referring

certainty

 

new mutual

deference of

apprehension

natural and

reasonable law

 

that all is not

an eye (Saint

Paul) and

Qualities

Become quality

If two commit

To harmony

Diversity in

 

Self-diffusion

From synapse

Twined with

Capillary

Emotion

 

Whereas thus

And so

 

 

inspired by Rosema, A Reading Writer,

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/04/10/heart-vs-mind-a-somonka/

Provenance

Provenance

 

Record and trace of ownership

Beguiling proof and certainty that

What we have is precious and

Priceworthy

 

I have books I like

 

I like to look at them (wish they

Were better arranged), though

Mostly I like to use them

 

Once signed or deemed valued

In any other way, the book

Becomes artifact, then as such

Not used again

 

I guess we have many things

Like that: with provenance

Proved or started with the first

Costly thing that now needs

Tracking of its own

 

I’d rather try the things—touch

Them, enjoy them in the world

Of rough dimension they came

From

 

There’s beauty in raw elegance

Unproved

H is for History

H is for History

 

History is not experience

But a record of what happened

 

My father liked to tell stories

Of growing up along Puget

Sound, which he swam across

Part of with regularity

 

Well, it seems that a border

Dispute arose between folks

In Seattle (probably Olympia,

State capital and southerly

Sound-located) and those in

Vancouver and of all the parts

On both sides—

 

A conflict of two nations, as

It were, Canada and the USA

 

One day the problem was

Resolved in a game of baseball

 

The border was settled over

Nine-innings’ play

 

I don’t recall who won; maybe

I was never told—that’s not

The point—the day was saved

Not with guns but by a game,

Sporting in every way

 

My father’s storytelling was

History—and is—a recording

Of the time and what transpired

 

My telling this to you becomes

A history as well

 

How about making a history

For yours

 

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Haiku over Coffee

Haiku over Coffee

(while I was away)

 

Fat robin.  Pregnant?

Why not, this is fecund time.

Eggs into small birds.

(walking through the yard)

 

never never ne

ver will I trust in this a

gain mean it this time

(playing with “never” the way

Shakespeare plays “tomorrow”)

 

“selfishness of mind”

is the “common enemy”

Dalai Lama bless

(at the bookstore)

 

Too much death in news

Guns, traffic, derailments, fire

Country mouse for home

(reading and watching the city

news at the same time)

 

 

So you know, all friends

Each drafting of one of these

Truly with coffee

(even now)

g is for gallop

g is for gallop

(verse at work)

 

galloping

I remember not directly the old radio show featuring the masked man Lone Ranger whose mask was made from the clothing of his dead brother a Texas Ranger ambushed in a gully by a criminal gang led by Butch Cavendish I think the companion for the Lone Ranger was Tonto an American Indian with many skills though doubtlessly not treated with the respect he was due I’m not sure who played the Ranger and Tonto on radio but certainly on television still before my time it was Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels respectively and isn’t that a great name for the Native American companion well Clayton Moore tended to live the part which wasn’t all that bad because in public he reinforced a message to children that justice was good and fair a win even if the winning went hard there was more silver than simply in the name of the actor for the Ranger shot silver bullets from two guns he had wrapped around his waist silver bullets shooting straighter and true so went the lore I think and his horse was named Silver too which led to the famous expression “Hi-ho, Silver!” that the Lone Ranger called usually while his horse reared on its two hind legs and that cry was followed by “Away!” and I swear in reruns and rebroadcasts I think it was maybe Tonto who shouted “Away!” though I suppose I’m only romanticizing to give him more stature when saluting their own show and Tonto’s horse was named Scout but after all the calling set in the saddles of their chargers you know what they did they galloped away from the warm radio brocade panel or the cathode-ray lit television screen and where did they gallop but into their next adventure and should not we do the same

 

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F is for Folderol

F is for Folderol

 

An old word for silly when

Something must be said though

No language is required

 

Folderol, la, my dear

Folderol, ha, be near

 

Okay, few words—mostly

Un-worded sounds are sung

 

Maybe to fill in a fear, if

Singers think there should

Be a lyric, and none shows

 

While love is there, shouting

In the mind

 

 

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