photo prompt
I like this
it’s romantic
it’s a prompt for winter
romance
we could be in the transit
or the red lights to
the side
could be
ours
on our car that we have started
so
we may go home
c l couch
photo by Georgi Kalaydzhiev on Unsplash
Sofia, Bulgaria
I had written something else—but while looking for an image, the one above got me
(x = space)
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Practical Lack of Magic
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I am tired
With a blanket ‘round me
Wishing for
Some writing
That would serve
The quiet, sobbing Earth
x
The moon
And Mars
That shake for prospects,
Having heard
That we are coming
With agendas
And mechanical persistence
x
The moon’s already scarred
Not that we
Shouldn’t go
But have a care
At least
For places that so far
Have gone untouched
x
Mystery
Romance of the unknown
Once resolved,
What we will see
When look up
Is practical
x
C L Couch
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Photo by Forest Katsch on Unsplash
Starship SN8 lifts off from SpaceX’s South Texas facility in Cameron County.
x
(x = space)
x
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Reading Romance, Gothica (two poems)
x
x
Reading Romance
x
Standing there,
Waiting for approval,
The ingenue wonders
If she should
Enter the room
x
Strangers, unaware,
Are dancing to a
Waltz she’s known
Since childhood
Always listening
From the stairs,
A risky place for
Children, though with
Darkness behind
And light pouring from
The party floor,
Sneaking a look at
Parties was
Irresistible
x
I’m sure you understand
x
Now she’s here,
Inside the first
Arc, grown up
Into her story:
Does someone wait
Inside? Should
She remain inside
The question mark
Or take another step
Step toward
Confirmation,
The start of
Act 5, then
Resolution?
x
Questions demand
Answers; they
Crawl along the
Bannister; she’ll
Take the step
So we might breathe
Into the
Final chapters
x
x
Gothica
x
Tarn,
A Gothic word
For swamp
(try moor
in the British Isles)
x
I look up through
The window
At black branches
Fronting a sky of unformed
Cloud, tunneling
Everything to gray
x
November’s tilting;
We head
Toward winter’s reign,
Cold and gloomy
All our storytelling
x
There might be a
Ghost—there certainly
Will be ghosts
Inhabiting one place,
One will or another
x
The house that
Has a crack in it,
Ready to descend
With all the
Failing generations
(I think you know
the one I mean)
x
But there’s
A house of every heart,
A sprit calling
At the door or, when
Unattended,
Wailing like a banshee
Uncommissioned
x
Everything will
Open and then close up
At the last
x
A deserted house—the
Tarn shall have it
(the swamp, the moor)
From which may
Emerge new
Heroes to try
x
x
C L Couch
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Photo by Tim Rebkavets on Unsplash
Eltz Castle, Wierschem, Germany
We woke up at 3am so we could drive to Germany. We arrived just in time for sunrise and that’s how this shot came to live. The reflection was made with the reflection of the screen of my phone.
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This Magic Moment
I don’t want anything right now
Except to breathe
And that’s conceit
I’m sure there all kinds of things I want
To feel a breeze (there,
I’ve adjusted the fan)
To have sleeves to push up my arms
(I have those)
Enough vision to see what I am writing
Enough sound to believe
There’s interaction
In reality
In reality, I’m writing free,
Which is not so bad
I bought this moment
And I own it
Now no one else can take it back
Like some, small precious thing
You know the kind I mean
Kept somewhere
A moment of your company
Is something more
I can only ask
C L Couch
Photo by Museums Victoria on Unsplash
HMAS Australia, Rotary Photographic Series, ‘The Only Girl I Ever Loved’, 1914 -1918
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