Static – the new day
insects and birds rise to greet suns birthed everywhere
inner ears tickle the first time sounds like water
echo there in caves
No words for color
regions of my body burn just as god intends
minty oxygen invigorates my being
a pinch now and then
We grow outside-in
win or lose the games we dare to risk all of it
late morning near noon the days’ crossroads are many
so worlds come prepared
Sleep’s long swept away
the heart of the day absorbs strong light from above
dirt and rain combine to break down all of the lush
covered seed split open
What doesn’t grow right
gets discarded but in time heals perfectly flawed
singularities for the poets to ponder
for painters to feign
We crawl then we fly
cry out loud above the rest our forgotten calls
in dappled clearings we romp under heavy falls
bathe in cold cascades
Evening comes sudden
sneaks up too quickly this time she and I are here
a kiss in twilight is often all it will take
is all it will give
I cherish worn trails
angled from vanishing points so far behind us
happenstance a crowd where a billion faces search
but only two find
Irrepressible
this urge to resist dying until tomorrow
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 
“A radiance that didn’t shine like the day, but rather smoldered like golden embers.”
That line and the 7th stanza were incredible. Loved the tone. Last two lines rang out excellently.
Thank you Evolpeac. Question though – you mention “A radiance that didn’t shine like the day, but rather smoldered like golden embers.” When I read your comment I said – hmm, did I write that? I hope it did because it’s wonderful, but alas I did not. Are you quoting from elsewhere? 🙂 —–Chagall
Ahhh that was from another blog I was commenting on. Messed up the copy-paste. I meant for
“What doesn’t grow right
gets discarded but in time heals perfectly flawed
singularities for the poets to ponder”
to be the line pasted from here. Nice point out 😀 Sorry about that.
I thought it worked really well though, maybe as the last half or so of the 9th stanza, finishes it off I think really neatly! 🙂 —–Chagall
I think that would go really well there. A nice closure. It was from http://djhardesty.wordpress.com/2013/07/16/in-the-dark/ blog. If you wanted to check her out, she’s really quite amazing.
Yes – Devan. I do follow her. She is amazing. Hoping new readers click out to her from your link in the comment above. —–Chagall
You’re right. I do absolutely love this, especially the “Evening comes sudden” stanza. Did you invent this form? I’m going to have to use it–it’s so beautiful. The last line of “Sleep’s long swept away” did throw me. Wish you could see me try and say “open” or “covered” in one syllable. I guess I’m too OCD to let an extra syllable slip by. OR (more likely) because you captured such a wonderful cadence with your words I was able to hear the difference one syllable makes. You are a fantastic poet. Any more recommendations? I will be bouncing around your site regardless. 😀
I don’t know if I invented it or not. 🙂 You are right – a syllable too many! Perhaps that should be one of the trademarks of the form? A single errant syllable to flaw the otherwise standard meter. ——Chagall
Yes. I like it. I will make sure to leave a link back to this page when I decide to try out your form, with the errant syllable and all. 🙂
Thought you might enjoy https://carloschagall.com/2013/07/27/for-morgana-le-fay/ —–Chagall p.s. errant syllable (like where’s waldo) 🙂
lovely writing!
Thank you, mysterious someone. —–Chagall
Reblogged this on Alphabet City and commented:
One of my favorites. Hoping your week is going well. —Chagall
This is great poetry, Chagall! What a wonderful read. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Noora. You are very kind in your comments. I do consider this one of my better moments. 🙂 —Chagall
Reblogged this on INK AND QUILL and commented:
Oh wow! I adore this poem. So beautiful, yet so much sorrow. ‘Sleep’s long swept away
the heart of the day absorbs strong light from above.’ Gorgeous!
Thank you so much, Jennifer. I appreciate your very kind words. —CC
Very welcome! x
Beautiful evocative poetry. Like how you create wonderful images.
Thank you, Amanda. I appreciate your taking the time to read and comment on Lithographs. —CC