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some poems for you today

(x = space)

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some poems for you today

(some poems of the day)

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night will come on

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second full day of winter

a thoughtful day

perhaps

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day before the night

before the day

still a blue or purple day

white or gold

in the offing

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another yet another

gray day outside

to look at it

to feel it

too

there’s something of a chill

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maybe it’s three ghosts

warming up

in an ethereal bullpen

before descending upon London

or wherever

whoever Scrooge

might try to sleep

inside posts of tarnished gold

having eaten

unappreciated food

and nothing for the child

Want or Ignorance

not yet

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we can await

transition

transformation

of a night

in a great story

sometimes on Earth

the real Earth

to know

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the allusion is, of course, “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens, often published with other Christmas stories

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multiplicity

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sigh

a great God

comes to Earth

having been here already

shooed us from the

garden

set an angel with a sword

to keep us out

should we find it

however accidently

once again

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a God

who’s always here

already

thus begging a confusion

since we make a deal

of God arriving

though God is here

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well

the ancients

didn’t have that problem

paradox in time

like characters

from Bible stories

costumed as one’s own

also

in Old English

for example

without a future tense

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so that

every time is now

and the next thing

and the thing

that was

no worries

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God is always here

always arriving

too

everything a kind of participle

or a gerund

the subject in or as

a tense

that is all timelines

all the time

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confused mortality

perhaps

yet replicating

meter of a chaosed clock

that has numbers

that

for the sake of our philosophy

are movable

forgettable

in the exigencies

of moments’

having

and remembering

also anticipating

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always the birth

always the apocalypse

as well

meaning that

time and meaning

have all seeds

and growth

and harvest

with all accounts

as with all stories

every gospel

all the same

with kairos room for change

here and now

and then

and what’s to come

all the same

here

and in a kind of ancient

(that means contemporary

too)

crazy and amenable

as now

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was

is

will

as now

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bless our ancients

for knowing something

of

the ways things magically

and really are

today

from yesterday

into divine best-guessing

for tomorrow

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servile

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what shall we say

that’s permanent

except that God is love

God is a spirit

plus all better metaphors

a rock

a lion

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who has an investment

in every good

and reasoned thing

in need

for us to call it miracle

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water from

desert stone

food in ravens’ mouths

that they abey

until

delivery

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God strives

to keep the prophets

whole

for the rest of us to

hear

and to absorb

the entire

story

letting

the wisdom

and the warnings

to soak in

through all

our cells

supernal messages

easier metaphors

for meaning

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no riddles

save for fun

sometimes erudition

(though the simple ones

are better

aren’t they

Bilbo)

no requirements

beyond a willing

and created nature

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there being

no stars for gain

(there are no Sneetches

and there is no

McBean)

no refectories

with sainted machines

dispensing

when the answer

or indulgence

might be right

that is

Earthly correct

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rather leave

our kitchens

for serving

real food

for need

and in a turn

for pleasure

since there’s no reason

service should not be

pleasant

as well as exigent

with even

seasons to remember

the life outside

inside

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the gospel within

food

perhaps

though better

after

so that we might be

sated twice

with victuals

and nourishment

from stories

forgetting not

our own

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the clock that smiles

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tomorrow go to church

or last night

this evening

later the next day

until the sun

decides

to set

and an indulgent clock

must by the maker

say

it’s had enough

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there is this morning

too

there is right now

and shall we worship

God

inside a heartbeat

savoring the next

secured

inside

the believing beat

of now

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God bless

our in-between days

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Lean To

(x = space)

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Lean To

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Tomorrow is the solstice

Light a fire

At least inside

To illuminate

The difference should

We notice

The Earth

Starting to lean

The other way

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Toward spring

But through the winter

First

At least in this

Our half the sphere

With summer

To the south

Where

Who might also wonder

What we’re doing

Upside-down

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A fire

To light up

To redefine the shadows

Make them sharper

And more welcoming

For shadow-beings

And the

Shadow parts of us

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The Earth should turn

All worlds should turn

Since

In turning

There is gravity

And life

And with so many

Moving

Lights

Boundaried by dark

So that both

May show the way

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Through the seasons

Of the cosmos

Back to our minds

For reasoning

And imagining

Our place

Ringed inside everything

And the part

We cannot contain

Even inside ourselves

Because the abstract

Hook

Containers

With the infinite

For reason

And imagination

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Rendering all borders

Malleable

If not changeable

The way the seasons

Change

Yet look

To stay the same

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We are changeable

Unchangeable

Like Earth

And everything we lean on

While it leans

Like an invitation

To try something

Maybe straight

Like equinoxes

Maybe bent

Like the invitation

In the solstices

And all the life

Moving foundation

As it were

For the inventing

Co-creation

Inside

In between

All the round

Seasons

Leaned into

Also

Broken

Wondrously by

New days

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C L Couch

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Photo by Sarah Tona on Unsplash

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Normal Prophecy

(x = space)

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Normal Prophecy

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And shall we live today

In late fall

To the north

With spring away

Beyond the line

And before the others that

Define our place

For seasons

Though in the middle

I suppose

There must seasons

Too

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And shall we have our fall

And then our winter

Not discontent

On sledding hills

And over frozen ponds

Our temperate zones

Replete with

Different-feeling times of year

Weather for planting

And for harvesting

As well

The mere tilting of the Earth

And shall Goldilocks

Be tilting

Too

Elsewhere

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The seasons to survive

With food

And beauty

Too

Both for our survival

In a changing world

Until the day

We walk through the valleys

In all zones

And in all zones

We walk in peace

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C L Couch

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“We Shall Walk through the Valley” is a hymn and anthem and is referenced here.

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Rising Seasons

(x = space)

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Rising Seasons

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I wasn’t counting

But there are vehicles that do

And they and their movers are

Confident

It will be another

Weekend of rain

Eighth in a row

Tomorrow

Saturday

And Sunday

And certainly

The sky just outside now

Is gray

The leaves are wet upon the ground

This time of day

It’s fall

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It’s fall

We should expect some damp

Maybe in all seasons

But this is chill

Descends with leaves

Dissembling

That is

Dissolving

That we’d rather drive through

In sunlight

Brilliant light

And also dry

To pass through

All the colors

Dryly

Reclining

Divinely resting

Into winter

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Our weekend sights

Set

For somewhere in New England

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We want what we can’t have

Enough rain

To build the tables up

Again

Dry days and dry roads

For touring

And school

And time off

Simultaneously satisfied

As well

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Well

Why not want things

There are always ponchos

And we need the rain

And schools have holidays

Sometimes

Sometimes that work

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Then

Elsewhere

South of here

Or west

Or in another region

Of America

All Americas

Or in Africa

Or Europe

Far-flung Asia

The Pacific Rim

Or an extremity

Of white bears

Or the other

Where the penguins

In the photographs

Line civilly

Awaiting who is next

To slide into

Salt water

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For you

In any of these regions

It must be so different

So wonderful and different

Where you are

And now

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And maybe you will share

The weather and the climate

With those of us

Not there

But here

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Meaning in the MidAtlantic

The Northeast

The Midwest

The Northwest

The northern South

And wide parts

Of Canada as well

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Dry or damp

Let’s move

Adroitly on

All and any

All the pathways

That we have

Any of which

In any part

We hope

Might lead toward peace

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As any of us might

Might wander

There and figure

In the sunshine

Or the rainshine

Depending on an attitude

A tolerance

Endurance

For the weather

Errant sunlight

Or the shade

For the interests they support

And for our own

About peacemaking

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C L Couch

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Photo by Daniel Frank on Unsplash

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Seedling Truth

(x = space)

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Seedling Truth

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Tuesday

Time for devotion

Because there’s no

Holy reason telling us

To do so

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We heard

And we hear

Sermons to the birds

And they rejoin

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Bible studies

With the ocean

Ascensions at the mountain top

And then come down

To the veiled valley

Below

Most of us inhabit

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Where we must live

Until our gospel says

It’s time

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Our seasons tell us

Heat gives way to color

Then succumbing cool

To cold

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We rest

And now it’s time

To rest

Until we all come back

Green blades

Rising

Songs’ abiding promises

To spring

Remaining

Up here

Circling

Until your gospel says

Forever

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(e.g.) https://www.learnreligions.com/saint-francis-assisi-sermon-to-birds-124321

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haiku (more)

(x = space)

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haiku

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slow nature inside

plants grow in unsure seasons

ours darkness or light

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unsurely outside

winter by a calendar

summer another

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creature on a branch

cardinal or squirrel set

then fly or skitter

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C L Couch

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(like those earlier, these haiku can relate to each other, though I doubt there is a rule about connection; or each haiku may stand alone, which I guess is more traditional)

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the winter of our contretemps

(x = space)

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the winter of our contretemps

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hello winter you are

welcome on a sunny day

in a few weeks

maybe not so much

when the cold has settled in

for a while

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but then

the torrid in the summer

has its problems too

and we are headed there

and then when there

we shall return

by nature

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a cycle

a circle

the top of an ellipse

and do the arches rise

with ages of experience

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we seem to be stuck

in consideration

of annihilation

as the theme

and hidden ways

to prosper anyway

is it the zenith

or the nadir

how far do we have to go

to either

are we the zenith

or the nadir

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we have this season

and the end of one

hello

goodbye

a cosmogony

fit for captain spaulding

because

hello we must be going

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winter season

winter spices

wintry mix

(wintry salad)

wintry is the word

a descriptor for

three months to start

to tilt the other way

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enjoy skiing

and snow people

and all the things we make

with what is

temporary

‘til the sun returns

or with time

the wind passes over

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pleasure below freezing

snow angels

snow ice cream until

chemistry

became

our condensation nuclei

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white on white

and satin dark

the stars will blink

though it’s our atmosphere

winter in our breathing

the steam we make

the challenge

of the next breath

go inside

make sure

for everyone

there are insides

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some of the connection

has returned (c.f. my last note, prior entry)

how much

and how much will last?

the new part has not arrived

and will it fix

the device and the process?

I’ll be

of course

letting you know

thank you

happy winter

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Rhapsody on Umber

(x = space)

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Rhapsody on Umber

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Orange

Nothing rhymes with it

(I’ll try syringe

sometime,

hydrangea-a?)

Who cares

In the better way

It’s wonderful

And add a little brown and yellow

Is that burnt umber

The lost crayon?

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But it’s just

Right for fall

Add red on its own

For leaves

And all the shades

For possibilities

Cast them under clouds

On a cool day

When walking

In the countryside

Is right

A quiet celebration

A season in the season

If you live around

Here

If not,

In the mind then

Or online

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It’s fall

The very best Pooh weather

There should be

Tea and honey

For Christopher and friends

The roly bear

The donkey with the usually tail

Mama kangaroo and child

Tiger with springs

An owl of storied wisdom

As far as a child’s genius go

Long-suffering rabbit

And the pig

Small

Always counted on

Like needful stories

To be there

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thanks for A. A. Milne and to my mom who really liked the stories

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C(hristopher Robin) L Couch

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Photo by Valentina Ivanova on Unsplash

Ukrainian Village, Чикаго, Иллинойс, США

Published on October 19, 2021

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15 October

(x = space)

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15 October

(I might have talked about this last year)

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Open market

Open season

Open days for change

Of others

Telling

Selling

You to change

Telling

Selling you

To change

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Which might be right

Which might be necessary

Expedience a benefit

Since these days will

Move along

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The seasons are fixed

Perhaps

And I mean all of them:

Two to four upon the Earth

In regions,

Three seasons of the Sphinx,

The growing

And the harvesting,

Exchange of goods

And services.

Home by the end of day

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For those older

In the north and west

For all of us

Whose lives

Are counted and uncounted

Hours

Fiscal years

Phases of the moon,

The sun has a lesson

In plan and unplanned

Sunspots,

Mass ejections

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And for our own decisions

Inside the desired

And the inevitable

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C L Couch

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the season of the healthcare marketplace in the USA

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Photo by NASA on Unsplash

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