When I’m small I am the speck
looking out at angels
On the other hand it’s Me
peering down
© Chagall 2014
Archive for December, 2014
Today is a special day.
I can tell by the quality
of the poets’ output. Each one
this morning describes the world
brilliantly.
© Chagall 2014
Although your time upon this orb is brief
there is still the chance to make it worthy
filled with the stuff that legends are made from
or maybe you prefer the quiet roads
shaded, wooded, dappled with brilliant sun
every now and then, every other step
can lead to anywhere, choose it or not,
want it or not, so much wanting, your choice
is your point of view, behold and release,
embrace and let go, the pulse of living
throbs at the neck of existence then fades
to a slow indiscernible rhythm,
empties into the space that surrounds us
and dies away, still fading, but dreaming
Dear one, the haze does lift, you’ll start again
though your time upon the orb will be brief . . .
© Chagall 2014
Welcome to
the digital world
inept and so unable to ape
the too-smooth edge where figure meets ground
it’s a soft meld where heart beats soul
these things aren’t yet
pixel-ready
© Chagall 2014
She told me
I break easy
I begged her
Fade away
We vowed
to be one
Breaking
yet to fade
© Chagall 2014
She recalls a time, the glen ran through her
rendered her in two exposed to the world
splendid in candor, baked in yellow sun
until it dimmed, left her alone unlit,
retracted its thrust, she yearns for that.
© Chagall 2014
I don’t talk about it;
if I did I would drown.
© Chagall 2014
I was running on all cylinders, excited about life
and prospects, then I thought about the situation
perhaps a bit too much, the bottom fell out and I
lost all enthusiasm, found myself jumping from one
item to another, to find something to stick, to assert
itself as worth doing, worth living for, something compelling,
impelling, organic and all-consuming, energy about, throughout
and within, a lever to miracles, something essentially me,
and that’s where you came in.
© Chagall 2014
My muse sits beside Lady Luck –
how sexy those two nibbling bonbons.
© Chagall 2014
I’m singing in the rain,
just singin’ in the rain,
it’s a glorious feeling
that no songwriter should
have the right
to friggin’ copyright.
Love,
© Chagallito 2014
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