Archive for May, 2015


Now Hush

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We only had words, no meaning,
long liturgical drones,
endless hours, sonorous
dirge-like ponders, attempts
to reveal the roiling core
of our humanity, of love as ground
for creation, essentially to invert,
to feel likewise on the inside,
overlooking already being
once removed from having once felt,
a mist on the face of the water.

© Chagall 2015

Shrewdly Diabetic

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They left me alone
to see if I’d take
a cookie, but I didn’t
so I fooled them. I know
a setup when I see one.

© Chagall 2015

Healing

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I felt
her kiss
even through
the bandage.

© Chagall 2015

The Wedding

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When we were young
the tables filled
with faces eternally
upturned to grace,
but now we dance
in starlight wan
ever quiet.

© Chagall 2015

This post comprises 3 separate haiku. It is a reblog from May, 2015.
Peace and love to all. —CC

1
Songbird calls two tones
Lilts sadly this crisp morning
Beckons from treetops

2
High, a breath, swoop low
I respond then flap my wings
Perched beside my love

3
Memory of flight
Overcomes me so I soar
Guiding her back home

© Chagall 2015

The Dance Of Love

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Bodies strewn
all about,
the echoes
of bossa nova.

© Chagall 2015

Smokin’

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The smell of caramel and burnt hair everywhere.
Damn, I’m good in bed!

© Chagall 2015

Alternative Ending

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If I’d known the pages were there
I’d have read them, odd how my story
worked better not knowing.

© Chagall 2015

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Hey you chasing wisps tonight, so lucky the clouds hang low
in bitterwarm air so easy to fly when it’s like this.

You see me there, hover just over
the rooftop, below you I wave in wan moonlight.

I was once on a sea that was lit like this,
so many moons and just enough time to crest every one.

I love you, you know.

© Chagall 2015

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The doctor says she sees Q-Waves
there on my EKG, usually a sign
something bad has happened
to one’s heart. I tell her that
they’re probably there to say hello
to that day you went away. Now may I
put my blouse on?

© Chagall 2015

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