over somewhere
I wake up alone
and sad
maybe not for loneliness
but in what happens
when
it’s applied
I’m thinking of
Judy Garland’s character in The Wizard
of Oz
singing about the rainbow
really how to go beyond
and more on what left’s behind
not so much on what
she’ll find
since
after all
she doesn’t know
except that
troubles there somehow should melt
foreshadowing
what should happen to a magic foe
in water
leaving the word monotoned
to find the color
that
the screen provides
Oz
the paradise
the peril
and it seems tornadoes must decide
the timing and the means
as if
disaster act like prophecy
shortly after singing
all the wishes
which we might forget about as well
on the other side
in
say
living color
there
like my family room back then
watching with
well
you know
c l couch
photo by Aleksandar Pavlovic on Unsplash
Prismatic
How
Is it, God,
That you can love all things?
You can
Your capacity is the ocean
And the stars
With all that swims in both
Your depth is above heaven
Down to hell,
Deeper
We think ourselves so much
We move upon a planet
We are cruel
Sometimes we are kind,
Which shouldn’t have to come
Across
As a surprise
Are you sorry that you gave
The rainbow?
It’s a pledge to keep us here
There might be tests of
Floods, and
Maybe they could tempt you
Though I think we have your word,
If anyone
Could keep it
If anyone could stay a hand
Waiting for
What happens next
If there’s anything in a
Surprise
C L Couch
photo by James Wainscoat on Unsplash
created with garden hosepipe
Prismatic
It’s math, you know
Yellow on blue and green
Make joy
Black and white equals
Good
All the colors are from God,
And they are gifts
That harmonize
The promise of a rainbow
The sign of Noah
A pledge not to
Destroy but leave things
To build
C L Couch
(driving out)
Misty Mountains, Pennsylvania
I travel west on I-76, and it is there:
The Lonely Mountain
Higher and set apart from the ridge
That falls away, behind
A dragon set atop, searching for
Prey gone to ground
Orcs lurk below, ready to battle
Dwarves who stand ready ‘round
The deep tomb of their king at rest,
Diamond earthstar guard upon
His chest
I see these shadowed and
Foreshadowed parts of epic
Because
Tolkien, the literary mentor, first
Saw his
(driving back)
Rainbow World
I drive east on a four-lane reach
Of road, not an interstate so I
Have concerns to watch out
For local traffic
It has been raining, now mostly
Stopped with dark clouds in
The distance
Yet there must be a band of
Spectrum light somewhere
Because before me is a rainbow
That, against grey background,
Shines with every ordered
Color distinct and bleeding
Into from each other
Purple into blue into green
Into yellow in orange into red
From blended shades
Between
It arches, and I see both ends
Where it leaves the hillside,
Arcs before my car, lands on
More dimly-toned earth in
My direction
Of course, I think of Irish
And of argent pots inside with
Their own hills, sun-colored
Coin
And the folk who keep it,
Minding with angry magic any
Interloping
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