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I said, “Babe, could you make fresh coffee please?”
He said, “There’s still some leftover in the thermos from the morning.”
I said, “Okay, thanks. I’ll go wring out some shit and drink that instead.”

He laughed. I laughed.

Siri laughed.

Chagall 2020


Betelgeuse dims,
Orion’s bold imprint against the night lessens

When the star burns out
the face of heaven will change

Moments we miss for not looking up
where stars die every day

There is more empty space,
less matter than appears
(she is more distant)
to be

We perish once
every lifetime

With infinite stars it is likely
one dies each tick of time

Constellations adapt to new sky,
radiance catches up over the years

People change

Chagall – 2020

Rise, Smell the Coffee

egyptologists have scraped
from inside old urns
four thousand
five hundred
year old
from which they’ve baked bread,
crusty and tasty as an ancient jadda

Chagall 2020

Crisp Brisk Air

my music appears
to delight the birds

the winter cardinals especially
perk up in earnest

a soundtrack to backdrop
their colder notes

a single breath-trilled phrase
mingles in icy snowfall

quieter these days

song exits the woods
through a hole in the refrain

I chance to breathe

to partake of that
into which I am born

Chagall 2020

For Ralph

this weekend while away I dreamed I could fly
but only through windows with sashes pulled down,
dimmed blue sky

sometimes frantically caught in corridors
gasping for air, seeking egress

and I awake – I believe –
to return home to find
a sparrow barely breathing
behind the porch screen

did I dream your dream last night?

searching for you out of windows
drawn down to nothing but sky forever twilit

somewhere between Ochre and Indigo

Chagall 2020

What’s Not To Love?

I said
While our styles differ,
you, the earthly sublime,
I, the absurdly surreal…

she finished
…we ultimately say the same thing

Chagall 2019

Rue the Day

at night, next to you
in bed, lights out,
in total darkness,
I listen to hear
you breathe, so alone
I feel, I wonder
if you are really there
under the blankets,
someday I know
the silence will go

Chagall 2019

Enunciated Closure

perfectly flawed
we are
each unique

delectable circles
of candy beaded

strung and strummed on strings
of life

long and strong
may you live
my friends

Chagall 2019

In Dreams I Fall

In a bedroom dark
the outline of our window
lies there on the quilt
perfectly etched in moonlight

a portal to another world
I’m certain

as I sidle a-rump over
drop myself into its panes
and free fall
into the down of time

I see you there on the other side
peering through the glass
above me, only stars
have had this vantage

love’s a sill
on which I rest
between bouts
of such rapid descent

in velvet curtain stays
you used to draw
the light in

On my side it’s cold
but I’m too far away
for my breath to fog
the glass

Dashed hopes
for finger-traced hearts
and comic book Eros

You recede
you’re a constellation
whose shape takes form more clearly
as distance grows between us

I can see you now
the epitome of what
you’ve purported to be
all along

My love, my discovery
so I believe I’ve the right
– perhaps I’m even obliged –
to name you

The slightest tear in the moonlight
leaves jagged cracks
with each daybreak I lose forever
my best and only way back

Chagall 2013/2019

Christmas Star

Reblogged this from Paul F. Lenzi, who passed in July of 2018. Merry Christmas, Paul. —CC

Poesy plus Polemics


beth-final-blue “O Little Town of Bethlehem” by Carol Sheli Cantrell

bright Bethlehem star

who pierced the longest dark night

hopeful newborn light

showed the path to redemption

for those souls brave in their faith

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