Archive for September, 2013


Plot Line

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It’s a simple story really
about a girl who could fly
and did so well
until that day
she fluttered and fell
too close to the sea
and is trapped ever since
at the crest of its waves
held there by surface tension . . .

© Chagall, 2013

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On this day of noble confession,
I admit to committing all there is
on the grand list.

Though a noble owns up to only a few . . .
sins, that is.

To plainly assert, cry out to Pilate,
that which I am, and decry
the state of the state:

my ultimate
immanent confession.

© Chagall, 2013

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It was all new back then,
just the heavens and me,
and of course
the Void!

I was getting ready to sink the valleys,
when Everest – who mistakenly must have thought I was trying to hit on her – said
But you’re old enough to be my Mother!

and I said
I am
Earth
I am
your Mother,
now come here and give Mommy
a kiss

© Chagall, 2013

Haiku For Une Amie

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Esther this morning
long distance says she likes me
et je l’aime aussi

🙂

© Chagall, 2013

In Memory

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An inner voice prompts me
with a line or a couplet
and insists I finish the job.

In a fluster I strive
to remember the words,
repeating them over again.

When you passed I imagined
the eulogy, exactly what I’d say.

The world is vast,
you traveled its corners,
as you did the rooms of the heart;
you were best though
in a timeless place,
unbounded, untethered, unleashed.

As death anchored these words
to my soul and my being
there was no need to remember:
they were you wherever I was.

I discovered truth in your passing,
forgive me that it came so late.

© Chagall, 2013

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Who knew the gnome was real?
Dancing in the garden
like some common elf,
beside herself with glee
and wanton magic,
curly pirouettes ’round beanpoles,
a small exotic dancer
with pointed shoes,
red velvet vest, not much else,
in morning mist,
gleeful and billowed
heart that she has,
allows her to glide
without missed step
and trample of the fruits
that lie there.

© Chagall, 2013

Parity

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Children should never die,
but we all do.

© Chagall, 2013

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I greet you as you would me
and kiss you as I would the other.

It’s how I distinguish
love from lust, what lasts
from what rises and falls,
forms and crumbles,
lives, then withers, and dies.

I hale you as you would
the almighty reach of sky:
expanse, curved, keeps us
on the ground lest we float away.

It’s how I declare
my love for you, its reach
exceeds horizons, and wraps around
like garland, silver on a gift.

I tuck you in as you would a child,
nestled in down, deep in warmth.

That’s how I assure
you are safe and forever within reach,
your cheek, your lips,
your essential being inside me.

© Chagall, 2013

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Around here we don’t bet
We put good money on a sure thing

Until we lose
And then we feel less certain

© Chagall, 2013

As We Are

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Comets, as our lives,
carry long trails.

But of course you can
tell the difference.

Can’t you?

Suns, as our hearts,
emanate intense heat.

You know you can
burn yourself on each.

Right?

The wind, like my mind,
carries the world aloft.

There is no difference;
we are one and the same.

© Chagall, 2013

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