glass undarkly
what’s going
on
I get so confused sometimes
what
do I
know or should know
or what is happening around me
and of nearing paranoid
concern
what is going on
behind
thank goodness
by our lore
to
know
the Lord is every direction from
and for
each one
even
the plotters
I
suppose
sigh
forgiveness all around
thank goodness I’m not in charge
of
that department
only to scurry by its glass doors
trying
to conceal
in
soulful
pockets
frustrating undeep enough
for
my own bitterness
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photo by Anastasiia Pyvovarova on Unsplash
(in Ukraine)
(x = space)
x
x
giftly exchange
x
there is no morning rush
where to
after all
x
the rush remains
inside our heads
and challenged
if not sated
by what’s going on
not on the street
but inside
all our homes
or
alternatively-shifted places
x
it might be nothing
might be plenty
lights
ribboned boxes
food
the ordinary
mixed with special
become special
everything
because the time
is measured
and remembered
differently
x
it might mean something
we might go to church
there might
be presents
and be meals
with some things that we do
most days
with just a hint of special
in the room
and in the air
traversing
x
singers
say
it’s Christmas
if we let them
if we play the radio
or playlists
from our system
x
we might remember
anyway
and think on it
relaxing into
maybe
the day off
and maybe one more
to sip
to sigh
to say
that’s all right
enjoy that
merry Christmas
x
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x
x
photo by Dušan veverkolog on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
O Sweet, Majestic Lord
x
O to invoke you
Oh to complain
Or sigh as if
I could rest
Upon your feet
Or lay my head
On your knee
It’s not worship
I know
But it would be amazing
To rest on God
This way
And feel the cloth
And flesh and bone
Beneath
Because the one of you
Who has these
Could come to me
This way
And I could sigh into my sorrow
And hope to
Sanctify my dreams
While you might
Accept my tears
Not as libation
But as something honest
Offered
Of myself
For a change
And for a change
Reverse the pietà
I want to rest on Jesus
x
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x
x
Photo by Boudewijn Huysmans on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Signing Late Winter
x
The sky is blue
As an observer,
A romantic,
Or a child might say
At last
And with a sigh:
It’s been white
Or gray for a while
x
A lithe tree branch
Dances against the window
I can’t hear it for
The distance,
Though I’m sure there’s
Scraping
x
Asking to come in
Or better yet
Inviting me
For company
To go out
x
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x
x
Photo by dorota dylka on Unsplash
Blossom
x
Sunday Matinee
A deep sigh is a good thing
Unplanned
It takes regret
Folds it into wings and lets it go
Not that it will leave
For good but
Might fly out of grasp
Maybe out of mind before
It re-alights
And I have to take it back
Exhalation causes other things
To leave
Molecules we’d rather do without
Maybe some toxic atoms
Elements of life that will work better
Somewhere else
Lead and mercury
Irradiated particles that come from
Life too near a glowing factory
These days
It’s all right
Nothing much more dangerous than
When the smoke rolled out
From Pittsburgh to
Its suburbs
Generations’ mischief
Doesn’t seem to change
Like parents to campsites, we should leave
The world a better place for
Children
We gave up on that
I’m not sure why
C L Couch
“Paper Plane” by Xavier Ríos
La fabrica de nubes – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=68404545
Today’s Pain
My eyes hurt. Parts
are swimming.
Parts are dry. Maybe
with more sleep.
Sigh.
C L Couch
Favoring Neighborly Respect
(greetings with a sigh from USA)
We’re not all like Dwayne Wade
Canada is our neighbor, deserving
Of respect
And you are liked
There is enough to contend with
Fire, life of First Nations, economy,
And government—correlations in
USA
Antics courtesy of the NBA are
Neither needed nor liked nor
Incumbent here
We are friends—maybe we will
Match our amity in action, as
We do in many things
But, as with national songs, a
Kinship should be lifted,
Celebrated, and served, O
Canada:
The land of hope for all who toil,
The true North strong and free!
Thank you for forbearing,
From your friend
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