To love her is so precisely
weightless.
© Chagall 2016
Archive for November, 2016
At the seam of the mist
she dances on shard.
The hurricane redoubles, whipped glass,
her lamp splays across the crag,
barefoot maniacal, strands of
soaked being, where sea becomes storm.
She brighter than the lightning
failing to illuminate her moment aflame.
The air is filled with
the howling song of massive woodwinds.
Perhaps calliopes
she whispers.
© Chagall 2016
Stars are formed in clouds
Of gas and dust, nebulae
Nuclear at core
Stars provide enough
Energy brightly for years
The exact lifetime
We are born of stars
So proud until we pulsar
When fusion ceases
Eons erase hope
What once would light forever
Turns to gamma ray
Pridefully suns sear
Hot too fast, too self-consumed
No cheeks yet to burn
Godspeed is lightspeed
We see until we are blind
Not invisible
We are dark matter
More of us than meets the eye
Feel our gravity?
Ripped seams in space-time
Blessed beings emerge headfirst
The dead prefer breach
© Chagall 2016
Stars are formed in clouds
Of gas and dust, nebulae
Nuclear at core
Stars provide enough
Energy brightly for years
The exact lifetime
We are born of stars
So proud until we pulsar
When fusion ceases
Eons erase hope
What once would light forever
Turns to gamma ray
Pridefully suns sear
Hot too fast, too self-consumed
No cheeks yet to burn
Godspeed is lightspeed
We see until we are blind
Not invisible
© Chagall 2016
Etymologists study
the origin of entomologist
entirely on their own, unapologetically.
It’s on more lists than anybody thought.
© Chagall 2016
Sometimes the monkey on your back is
right there in front of your face.
© Chagall 2016
Dear Reader,
A different kind of post.
Scene: you post a piece, and readers like it.
Variation 1:
You revise the post in a manner that you think “likers” would continue to like.
Variation 2:
You revise the post dramatically, flipping the theme on its end.
Consider: Regarding Var.2 – I believe you owe it to your likers to advise them of such, or
you should abandon the edit and post it as new.
Thoughts? Likes are static, click and done. Yet the piece is malleable, dynamic. The 2 don’t really jibe. One could edit a piece right out of a liker’s comfort zone and the liker would be left memorialized as having liked it!
Happy Thanksgiving Weekend. I will continue to eat through Sunday night and then I am going to get trim starting Monday morning. Honest.
Carlos
The curtain is parted as she’d left it,
worlds continue passing by.
© Chagall 2016
Despite what you’ve heard, indifference killed the cat;
curiosity served merely to resurrect it.
© Chagall 2016
Sandwiched between her and the braver me,
I cautiously wander a bit farther away from the fray today
to a place where few boundaries abut.
© Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 