I thank god for reality TV
who would otherwise know what’s fantasy
it is our compass to point the Way now
ineffably present akin to Tao
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Archive for July, 2013
Maybe it’s merely imagination –
many the writer is starting to sound
profounder, more angled straight to the heart
the crux of matter at the tips of tongues
blinders on to purple prose . . . is a rose . . .
The etiquette of intricate ponder
rounding sharp corners to confront the glimpse
some grammar no stammer add syntax then wax
hi! to haiku, or some form of the day
sonnets – not enough of those . . . is a rose . . .
Perhaps trees are out of season these days
wan starlight has lost its thrall of yore
lovers still in moonbeams kiss, same old hats
hymns to almighty odes to psalms to gods
to these themes, you’d turn up your nose? . . . a rose.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Squash flowers in bloom
pick, shake them a bit or else
bumblebees in fridge
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Pentametrically challenged as I am
I try to avoid them – iambs that is
Pesky critters, miss one and poof you’re done
Look! See? There goes a crazy one now!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Death’s silence hangs there
wakes us both from life’s sound sleep
neither of three breaths
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
She’d fallen down her entire life
at 32 feet per second each second
that’s a long-long way to fall
The planet simply came out from under her
gravity did the rest
though she did her best
Over time she fell faster and farther
but not harder
she’d only land once
A dervish spin with a devilish grin
in endless free-fall
in the pull of gravity
the larger body wins
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Time is doubling pace
I fall down float in its wake
let go the tow line
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Wind circles my heart
puffs full my spirit’s mainsail
sorrowing billows
© Carlos Chagall, 2103
Heartbeats slow the pulse
till the hummingbird wings still
to float timelessly
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Syllables stretch far
while meaning exceeds lifetimes
pages turn to dust
Digital knowledge
electromagnetic pulse
mankind starts anew
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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