Archive for December, 2019

What’s Not To Love?

I said
While our styles differ,
you, the earthly sublime,
I, the absurdly surreal…

she finished
…we ultimately say the same thing

Chagall 2019

Rue the Day

at night, next to you
in bed, lights out,
in total darkness,
I listen to hear
you breathe, so alone
I feel, I wonder
if you are really there
under the blankets,
someday I know
the silence will go

Chagall 2019

Enunciated Closure

perfectly flawed
we are
each unique

delectable circles
of candy beaded

strung and strummed on strings
of life

long and strong
may you live
my friends

Chagall 2019

In Dreams I Fall

In a bedroom dark
the outline of our window
lies there on the quilt
perfectly etched in moonlight

a portal to another world
I’m certain

as I sidle a-rump over
drop myself into its panes
and free fall
into the down of time

I see you there on the other side
peering through the glass
above me, only stars
have had this vantage

love’s a sill
on which I rest
between bouts
of such rapid descent

in velvet curtain stays
you used to draw
the light in

On my side it’s cold
but I’m too far away
for my breath to fog
the glass

Dashed hopes
for finger-traced hearts
and comic book Eros

You recede
you’re a constellation
whose shape takes form more clearly
as distance grows between us

I can see you now
the epitome of what
you’ve purported to be
all along

My love, my discovery
so I believe I’ve the right
– perhaps I’m even obliged –
to name you

The slightest tear in the moonlight
leaves jagged cracks
with each daybreak I lose forever
my best and only way back

Chagall 2013/2019

Christmas Star

Reblogged this from Paul F. Lenzi, who passed in July of 2018. Merry Christmas, Paul. —CC

Poesy plus Polemics


beth-final-blue “O Little Town of Bethlehem” by Carol Sheli Cantrell

bright Bethlehem star

who pierced the longest dark night

hopeful newborn light

showed the path to redemption

for those souls brave in their faith

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I Would Fly

I can sense the shape of the wing
that my skeletal frame would require
to sustain flight

Like the memory of a limb after having been severed

I can still feel
I can still itch
I can still clench

I have flown

So many times that
my memory of each
runs together
such that I and I
are in echelon

From the tops of these trees
the city peers back with a lazy eye
and a sprawling lack of focus

A string of lights at the border
is sequenced in series to appear to cascade
first up then down, in so many colors

It is dark and I lose myself
in the surround of the night

Heavy birds weigh down branches, honed in on
the tip of balance just before snapping,
I sneeze and startle them all away

The moment you relax deeply and securely
into the updraft, you’ll begin to ride the scree

remember – hang low in the pocket
and let the flexible tension that is arced around you
the buoyancy that is, of wind rushing the fine cilia
about you, spread under light and sky in full spanned glory,
take you ever higher to loftier aerie
to thin and rarefied air

Chagall 2014/2019

For W

my mom passed 25 years ago today,
I was so much younger then

I had to drive that morning to see her
already gone

on the car radio one of her favorite songs
oh babe, hurricane smith

…just to walk with you along the Milky Way …

the doctor says she’s in a better place
I get angry and say I don’t think so

her feet were the softest they had ever been,
cleared finally after years of poor circulation

the day before she makes a joke
about the Exit sign, winks and blows a kiss my way

and my heart is still broken

Chagall 2019

To kisses I prefer
the intertwine of long necklines,
feline stretches to caress the curve

Chagall 2019

You Are Too Loud for the Vastness

From where are we all equidistant?

At the grand scale we blur, become one,
indivisible, particles elementary

But at the grandest scale – the end of the day,
we appear to exist no longer

Chagall 2019

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