Jazz Tribute
Water
Spoken oddly in some places
I prefer my
Waters
Muddy
Not to drink
But to drink in
C L Couch

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Jazz Tribute
Water
Spoken oddly in some places
I prefer my
Waters
Muddy
Not to drink
But to drink in
C L Couch

http://www.vivascene.com/wp-content/uploads/
Amihan
(in Philippine, northeast wind)
Where I live,
When the weather
Comes from the east,
An unusual day
Arrives with it
Different time is allowed,
No value yet, not
Good or bad
Will the air be dense
With drenched nuclei,
Will the sky be sliced:
Will weighted water
Pummel us from above
Then, once cleansed—no,
Purged—and dried
Will we breathe
An ameliorating atmosphere
As a gift from no one
We know how to thank
Valued thus rendered
In innocence
With feet wet
From Eden’s tears,
We tread home
To do our best
To make
A heaven here
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Almost Heaven
(phrase from artist John Denver)
Kanawha, Nicholas,
Greenbrier counties
Earth gives way
To water and to fire
In the anger of the
Skies
Prometheus surrenders
To the whim of
Dionysus,
Touched with the
Power of Poseidon
And sport-attitude
Of Zeus
We reach over gods
Toward better
Intercession,
Praying for the
Tendril touch that
Holds the earth
And sky
And all the heavens
Because on land and
Other West Virginia
Lives, an ocean’s
Upheaval falls
Drowning, splitting
The ground on
Which we alive yet
Strive to stand
West Virginia Flooding Kills 24; Search and Rescue Efforts Continue
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Mother and Father
(on hearing five of the Solomons
have sunk due to rising sea water)
Once and once again
There was a child
The child is Earth
And we are her protectors
We are the parents
Of the Earth (earth and
Air and water)
For our children
Whom we leave
The planet of our future
Pre-Dawn
Birds are noisy
Waking up the rest
Of the world
Mist along the
Edges of the yard
A damp feel
Light enough for
Artificial lamps
Turning useless
Now earth turns
Over a bit to be
Washed by the
Day’s new air
Bending without
Voice the arcs
Of branches
Enough for them
To moan a little
Wind cleans night
With round beads
Of dew water
Surprise and
Comfort in the
Dawning tasks
Many Waters
The ocean’s acidic
Ruining its own reefs
Shipwrecks in the Gulf
Of Mexico merge with
Oil remains from spills
Creating new corrosion
In waves
This is global occurrence
We are mostly water,
After all
Delhi and Flint
Pay for water; no water comes
Forth
There is no Moses at the spring
To channel water from an
Ordinary source made
Miraculously (cleanly) abundant
Through divine agency
Flint, a town in Michigan,
Faced with lead-infecting water
For the families and the other
Centers of community
Delhi, the second most-populated
City, now with broken waterways
Facing silent threats of thirst
And starvation and disease
Mis-directed plans, protests
Aggressive, violent
Innocents trapped between;
For lack of clean, living currents,
Why cannot—in global, protected
Pipes the size of bunkers made
Of (lead-free) new solid kinds
Of concrete and PVC (see, plastic
Can have its use)—why cannot
The world simply drink?
I’d do the same with food to
Stave off starving, if I could, and
Disease, if it could be tunneled
Under without harming anything,
Beneath
But instead of magic utterances
Or nations’ decrees
I have only these
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