My meaning shifts along side those
whom I am juxtaposed.
© Chagall 2015
Archive for March, 2015
The most haunting sound.
Whenever I lament the state of the world, I listen to the song of Kauaʻi ʻŌʻō. Put some headphones on and listen to this very short clip. I promise, you will not be disappointed.
Love to you all. Have a great weekend. —Carlos C.
Listen to the haunting song of the Kauaʻi ʻŌʻō, presumed extinct since 1985. Headphones recommended to fully appreciate the rhythm, tenor, tones, and intervals, of the bird’s song. This is the bird at night.
I believe this is the only known footage of the bird:
http://www.arkive.org/kauai-oo/moho-braccatus/video-00
See here for additional recordings and to browse the wonderful collection of the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, Macaulay Library
http://macaulaylibrary.org/
Again, farewell Kauaʻi ʻŌʻō.
—–Chagall
Destined to languish atop dead trees,
instead her lost bird sings.
© Chagall 2015: This poem was inspired by http://evapoetex.wordpress.com/2015/03/27/canary-spirit-poem/
I had missed what was on the other side,
had never flipped it over, a small thing really
when one’s life is scribed on page two
© Chagall 2015
I woke up to find that the scab over my mind
had softened from the night’s rains, leaving me
to remember vividly all that had happened;
at day’s end it has hardened over, so
I’m blissfully oblivious again.
© Chagall 2015
It was hard enough,
and now this.
© Chagall 2015
I
I mention it’s about 10 per week or so,
enough to get the point across,
but not enough to skew it.
II
I tell her my shoulders hurt real bad,
she says I’ll start at the bottom, work up.
III
I remember nothing but overwhelming comfort
pressing in from all sides.
© Chagall 2015
Alight! These thoughts
tossed warmly burst
tendrils so cloudy so close
to the ground, spry will o’ wisps
flutter in filigree pattern, etched
in time, impressed on the gray
so simply, I place it aside, in a box.
Suddenly all of the world is a prism.
© Chagall 2015
I’ve a sense that I can heal,
perfectly settle in form, for all the flaws
are just misconceptions of me by me,
how I dwindle in size, halving the distance,
keeping one eye open and the other turned deaf ear.
© Chagall 2015
I have come to let the truth guide me,
taking care to be tactful when that would be difficult
for those around me still living in lies to accept.
© Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 