Archive for September, 2016


First Things First

Advance humbly;
we all were once
squiggly beings.

© Chagall 2016

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Big Finish

The gaze paints a portrait of
you, lilac and oceanic.

Room-light a dying candle
– the last flame licked, wisps of smoke … the wick –
flutters then dies in evening wind.

The house is dark
save pinholes of stars
where once were windows.

I float here easy as I do
sand or water. Dancing
blue-white as moonlight on snow.

And everywhere, everybody, everything
seems to hum
om.

© Chagall 2016

Haiku for Pervasive Things

Maybe just nature
More than anything demands
Love, respect, our fear

© Chagall 2016

Star Catalog SAO 244567

Conflicted today about what to write:
a new star born in the stingray nebula or
my father and I in a photo younger
than my children are today.

Astronomers say the star expanded due to a helium flash,
“…back to giant dimensions: the born again scenario.”

Through the Hubble telescope I can see my dad
swim upon ripples of time, breathe between strokes,
expertly gulping air.

Suns by day are stars by night depending where you are.

© Chagall 2016

Unstated

see
ghosts flee
these fields

lavender
notwithstanding

hear the elders
spoke

words melt
ignorant wisps
away

I am yet
not fulfilled

here this place
unknown

© Chagall 2016

Of

The sounds of night
linger and stray
into morning

This is not
real light
I’m aware

Too faded
perhaps
too bright

Too soon
the day
breaks

The day
brakes

Time slows

I enumerate
each passing
thing

One by
one

I am lost
in implicate order

Purely
of my own design

© Chagall 2016

The Message

My mother comes to me
in dreams

I ask
Where are you, Mom?

she says Heaven

Relieved, I ask
Are you happy, Mom?

She dips her hand in a shallow pool
the water cascades from her palm down her arm

she nods then adds
Though everyone here is starving

© Chagall 2016

Let There Be

The universe is staging
a trillion-photon march on creation
to show us how solidarity’s done

Anywhere that light is
that’s where you’ll find me

© Chagall 2016

Soothing Salve (A Play in 3 Acts)

Warning: Must be 10 years of age or older to read this post

Act 1
Kneed in the balls.

Act 2
Need in the balls.

Act 3
Kneading the balls.

Coming soon: If sands or butts

© Chagall 2016

Morning Nocturne

Consider that
there is
no God

All birds sing
of their own
volition

Albeit
a sadder tune

There is
no echo
nor refrain

No joyous
hallelujah

A lonely lilt
on empty branch

© Chagall 2016

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