All would wait till the car braked at the end of the path to turn,
before they stopped waving, but not me. I would run to my room and cry
for having not seen the red tail-lights.
Chagall 2020
Archive for February, 2020
I’m not looking for a writer
so much as I am a reader, and I’ll know
by what you write
In your hands, at the behest of your mind,
via the grace of God, lies potential timelessness
Fingers that hold a pen or shape a chord
can reign immortal in a moment
Count off…
Chagall 2020
take me aslant,
atilt with your words
show me faraway places
transcend time
with tense
dance through
all the wonder
you want me
to know
sing
with your faeries
nimbly
don’t detour
from that heart
Chagall 2020
whenever I hear jets overhead
I am fearful
the rumble in streets is more
like a roar
I am humbled by birdsong,
let there forever God be birdsong
Chagall 2020
you can never craft a winning message
without first understanding
and empathizing fully
with both sides
of the story
Chagall 2020
prose is
always a poem
so they say
Chagall 2020
When I broke the mirror, she screamed out
Oh my God, 7 years bad luck!
Knowing a bargain when I see one, I yelled
I’ll take it!
Chagall 2020
I lit a candle
ever since I had heard
The memory is etched deep
having seen
Reach out; touch
The aroma is an odd banquet
of salt and lavender sweat
One grows accustomed
to the taste of one’s own mouth
Over time
Chagall 2020
last night in a trance while listening to rain
my vision ceded to the pretense of other, my body’s form
dissolved to blend into expanse so vast that it had to be me
I gleaned it possible to live for thousands of years
an ancient Sumerian king knew that at 50 years old
he was merely 1% of the way through
it is a matter of expectation,
the believing mind commands the body to obey,
and so unlocks the oldest rooms
what would you do with the time,
would you squander it as now,
would you remember those who perished
in past millennia, would you cry?
will you still have it in you
to blow out all of the candles?
Chagall 2020
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