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Quiet Start

(x = space)

x

x

Quiet Start

x

I am quiet

And for a change

The building’s quiet

I have ordered food

Staples, that kind of thing

It should be arriving

In two hours

Or less

x

It’s a breathing moment

When the sun is considering

Fully rising

Though it’s tussling

With some clouds

I like this time

I wish my coffeemaker

Wasn’t broken

x

But I’ll take this

For a Friday morning

Pray for all the tragedies

By nature and by us

Do some plain old

Wishing, too,

As if I had an unironic genie

Who would simply give me

What I wish

Even world peace

Or something like that

x

C L Couch

x

x

Dandelions are everywhere in Finland in Spring!

Photo by Saad Chaudhry on Unsplash

Levi, Kittilä, Finland

x

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A Quiet Place

(x = space)

x

x

A Quiet Place

(a sequel)

x

A song

A horror movie

A hyped-up culture

Maybe doesn’t want one

But I do

x

Something calm

With windows large enough

To witness nature

As it passes

With sun or wind

Or snow or rain,

Things better watched

And heard

From inside

With ceilings high enough

So I could imagine a cathedral

Rather than

A cave

(it’s all right—I am imaginative)

A place to live with my own noise

That is modified respectfully

With regard to

Neighbors whom

I might get to know

x

C L Couch

x

x

New Forest Lane

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

New Forest National Park, United Kingdom

[cathedral]

x

1

The Hours

The Hours

 

It is a quiet day so far

The only noise I hear is mine

Short steps here and there

The creaking microwave

(yes, it creaks when working

sometimes me, too)

Soft murmurs from the television

The illusion that we’re

Interacting

 

It shouldn’t have to be

The start of a campaign

A march for quiet times for

For writing or whatever

I’m grown: I should have it

When I need it

Raise some noise

When I want to

 

Otherwise, the timing of a cenobite

Who wishes only to be left alone

In prayer

A world of prayer

In which the supplicant, petitioner

Enjoys a pure way filled with silent atoms

Paving the way

For all the calls, complaints,

Requests to God

 

Sometimes too much, I think

The hermit should get out more

If at all

There is a world

The one prayed for

We should know it better

Before closing off

To help it

 

A fortress of solitude?

Is that why the heroes need one?

Shut oneself off

To better understand

The causes that we fight for

Extract ingredients from the bowl

Before they’re mixed again

Before we fly back to Metropolis

To take it all on

Again

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Keenan Constance on Unsplash

Johannesburg, South Africa

 

5

A Cool, Dark, Quiet Place

A Cool, Dark, Quiet Place

 

For optimal sleep, this is the

Room we need, certain

Voices say, though I think the sense

In it (in that) might be apparent

To reach out to the left or right

Then bring it in

Like muscles with a game ball

 

Lights out maybe with a care toward

Preplanning disorientation

From lack of light

We’ll need something soft, too, for

Our belly or our hip or our butt

Plus something for our head

Resting to the side or back or somehow with

The face pressed down

 

The coolness comes from moving air

Though climate control has become a

Denser thing, inside

 

As for quiet, we are on a noisy planet

Where some think noise is just for them

And could it harm the rest of us?

Let’s not think about that

In our cars,

On top of our neighbors

(I’m not bitter)

 

Cool, dark, quiet

And we sleep

I tend to think we figure

Other things might go that way—

Sex and, yes, well, rock ‘n roll

The play when that’s the thing

Our time in movie houses

Maybe for some exercise of other

Sorts, a walk at night, escorted,

Maybe in the rain

 

So I think we should vote for this

Approve efforts to make it happen

Good night to you

God keep you

God buy you

Goodbye

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Ryan Searle on Unsplash

Heal’s, London, United Kingdom

 

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A Quieted Place

A Quieted Place

 

A quiet place

A song

A horror story

Someplace where we want to be

Sometimes

A park

The parking lot at the stadium

Night with lights outside

Inside with a candle

Or with nothing

But our senses

As they are

 

I carry the noise

You might

And so must have another

Point and counterpoint

To make a wash of sound

And give me (us) echoes of the sea

Or some such ambiance

For peace

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Amanda Flavell on Unsplash

 

6

Quiet

Quiet

 

I wake up and no one’s

There

The noises of the house remain

My sister’s probably in her office

On a conference call

My brother-in-law in the master

Bedroom getting ready

What a brief time it takes

To get used to company

It all feels strangely empty

The house without its people

I have entered from another place

Where loneliness is normal

But I have changed

In such a short time

I’ve picked up sibling silence

And placed it in my pocket

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by JAYAKODY ANTHANAS on Unsplash

 

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Tomorrow Look for Litany

Tomorrow Look for Litany

 

Quiet nature

And it’s not

It’s noisy—screeching, scratching,

Tearing, flapping, crying out

In pain or loss or delight

 

It’s an uneven, all-textured

Unbalanced affair

Not all spheres are smooth in space,

Not every nest has beauty

 

There are scars and broken limbs

That bespeak mortality

But could we have it any other way

 

There is math in the nautilus

And harmony when mourning doves

Begin the day in need

Conversing with each other:

 

Come, join me

In this tree, set with me

 

C L Couch

 

0

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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Kalinaw

Kalinaw

 

Onomatopoeia

 

Long-vowel

Sounds (with

Skip of an i in

Between),

 

K to begin

Consonant-

Firm,

L then

N to give

Brief space,

Ending in

W

 

Even of

Silence—simply

To look or

Use another

Sense—the

Word evokes

Feeling and

Presence

 

Believe

Words have

Power

 

They do

 

Find quiet

 

Say and enter

An utterance,

 

Door to a

Place

 

Inside

You’ll know

 

C L Couch

 

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