[3 haiku about (coastal) land and water]
dawn in its first hour
gray hour at the ocean sings
gulls cry food for praise
knowing god looks out
from shore with the church folk there
looks back too through waves
gold rise red to blue
east coast sun sets into land
western sun in sea
c l couch
(3 haiku about (coastal) land and water, in part because I haven’t been to the ocean in a while; I mean for each poem to stand as each, though they are tied as well)
photo by René Molenkamp on Unsplash
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Crusoe
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It took me years
And years to come
To understand
The need
The requirement
To have a life
To have a life to offer
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Then there is a story
Pages
Chapters
With an ending
That might satisfy
A larger world of woe
And grace
Even rescue,
Notwithstanding
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What is left
Is little time
The gift grows smaller
Like some things
In other tales
But we have time
As is
On this side
And choices
That are not invisible
In fact,
Are rife with potency
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The grace of God
Love and understanding
Growing up at last
The tragedy
The humor
The finality
Of wisdom
On this side
Then to another shore
An irony for Crusoe
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C L Couch
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Photo by Jordan Steranka on Unsplash
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Moonwalk
I’d like to walk
Along an empty shore
It’s been a while
The matter of
The ocean and me
There might be a ship out
Toward the horizon
It could be morning or afternoon
At night would be okay
Though on this side
The Atlantic’s glory is in morning
The sun rising behind
A water world
The ocean owning everything
The land a sprit behind me
Now is everything
Remade with primordial clarity
The best that it can offer
Or maybe in my eyes
Creation’s lines are blurred
That’s all
C L Couch
Photo by Yuriy MLCN on Unsplash
Dialogue
Atlantis at night must be beautiful:
Lights once-Greek quietly
Illuminate the shores and other surfaces
And textures
Gold outside, silver-lit within;
We make it up, naturally,
Because we need to
Because
We want to wake up tomorrow on
An unknown shore that has
The best of what we are.
C L Couch
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