Alphabet City

Politics and greed aside.
Isn’t solving world hunger
merely a logistics problem?

© Chagall 2016

I approximate the distance between two hearts
to be more than the sum of this moment less certain

And the hand that one feels in the night is mere specter,
lugubrious playful phantasmagoria

Morning used to  bring hope that perished at midday
midway to evening whispers of vespers

It will sometimes slip away, she said

It will always fade away

© Chagall 2016

Everyone doesn’t
not matter.

© Chagall 2016

the gladiators took a knee and
threw up power-salutes

a statement for whom?

the wind at lambeau field blows
cold through empty stands

no one came that sunday

liberty has better things
to do

© Chagall 2016

Moonlight in buckets
Reflects hope for better worlds
For you, Celestine

© Chagall 2016

Dear readers: If you are not already familiar with Celstine Nudanu, please see her blog here at https://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/

As well, see her new book Haiku Rhapsodies (verses from Ghana) at

America
is not a reductionist exercise.

© Chagall 2016

Shadows dapple
slats of fence
from years ago when we loved.

Afternoon then was longer than morning
today. Evening came quickly.

I see stars where none were birthed
by God. Brilliantine cold skies
lighter than helium press my
chest.

Is this memory? Residual
love tattered at edges despite
time.

The universe or I am
swelling, searching
for nothing. Anything
but whispers.

© Chagall 2016