We . . . eternities
stretch – out beyond to both ends . . .
are the ellipses.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Category: Haiku
Don’t let it fool you,
the moment rides forever;
you are just the stop.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Thousands of strange lights,
an armada of seers,
protecting the point.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
I stand in sunshine,
photons bombard my being:
untethered light speed.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Rain, rolling applause,
small hurrahs, thunder like jets
at low altitudes.
Cracks over treetops,
breaking barriers to sound,
with every fly by.
Small parachutists
rotate nimbly in descent,
buoyed by wax paper.
The newer streams rush
most smoothly atop old stones,
clinging to bottom.
I drink from the well,
I’m thankful for underground,
cold artesian pools.
I steam in cold air,
return again to the rain,
to once again pour.
I am a moist wisp,
mostly water and whimsy,
on the rocks, then neat.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Lilac window-box,
an old man hoses the street,
in morning sunshine.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
She, eloquently,
recited his passages,
as he once would have.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
It suddenly stopped?
She could explain, given time,
but you don’t let her.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Hers, sun-streaked henna.
Seven A.M. rise, breakfast.
Biscuits, sweet butter.
Lemon sunlight soaks
kerchiefs, atop bell towers.
Tentative breezes.
Salted, ocean air.
Early morning carillons.
Somber atoning.
Odd-tone harmonies.
First mists, early melodies.
Stark white, strewn about.
Clean, cold, broken glass.
Timeless, low skies, clouds, throb teal.
Wilds of the wisp.
Nestled, starched linens.
A young girl with her father,
gaze up at heaven.
Leap from the tower.
Hand in hand, en gravitas.
Parachutes open.
Nothing but happy.
Endings come while comings go.
Nothing shall remain.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
The water’s fragrance,
primal and diluvian,
riots my senses.
Clean patchouli scent,
rivets me, sweet then, sweet now;
I am mostly it.
Two parts hydrogen,
and oxygen. Feel the spray
invigorate skin.
Hydrationation.
Hydrationationousness.
Quench me, soak me down.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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