Sometimes I fall
but I rarely land
They tell me
that that’s alright
Life eternally rich
I breathe enough for us both
Out of mind
my conscious dwells
Spirit
impetus
Chagall 2017
Archive for August, 2017
my life is like a eugene maleska crossword
with enough filled in you get the theme
Chagall 2017
I dip an edge of my cherry tomato in an espresso cup of
cool water, then place a single grain of coarse salt in the dimple of
where she separated earlier from her stem
it adheres there on the short ride
to my mouth
Chagall 2017
She said Come on baby love me, come lie down beside me
(breathe)…especially when it snows
Chagall 2017
My iPhone requests that I tag with a name
forms among leaves of trees that look like people
clouds resembling lost friends
our loves in the stars
Chagall 2017
where ripples fold thin flues arise
to hollow glass tubes to chime
she of first lines and I of the hook
made beautiful poems together
haunting caesurae
we prayed coaxing winds to carry
the continuum
my life
she would cede
at a 4-way stop where none proceed
she pirouettes?
Chagall 2017
I sometimes forget
who I am
supposed to be
until a prized wind
raises the scent of rain
off of mossy rock to me
©∞Chagall 2017
Please know that every cherita I will ever write
will be inspired by Celestine @ Reading Pleasure
Alas, so very few of my cheritae will ever be as good as hers. 🙂
Love & Peace —CC
Never ever rethink a post once it’s out there
unless it is actually needed
You second guessing
You is hilarious
Chagall 2017
Today, I witnessed and sensed a small bird’s fear
to have a red-shouldered hawk alight
upon an adjacent branch
Chagall 2017
While an early bird gets her share of the prize,
as a worm I prefer to sleep in.
Chagall 2017
Alphabet City 