Category: Poetry


Rim-shot, Anyone?

I think I would do well
as a comic on the Borscht Belt
because of my rye sense of humor.

cc: Chagall 2021

Gingerly

when you are gone
who will I share art with?

harmony will
lack luster

no more brilliant sheen
in-between the sheets

no quiet traipse
on wooden floors
in dead of night's
wan moonlight

without the whisper
of song to keep time

a single set of footprints
in the dust, how odd

cc: Chagall 2021

Hue and Me

we are all
colored people

cc: Chagall 2021

…Twice, Cut Once

So much time is wasted
recovering from the rush

cc: Chagall 2021

Rein In The Air

The pattern 
of shadow and light 
on the cedar planks
warm in morning sun 
through porch-screen
the culmination of 
all of my moments
till now

and then 
there is songbirds cooing
blues to their young

such a short line
from 
long ago
until
there was once...

I intend
soon to become
in the light of cedar
its grain

cc: Chagall 2021


Shifted

a lot of people want to do big things,
to make big things work, while 
they ignore doing the little things
to make small lives wonderful

cc: Chagall 2021

Empirical Wisdom 11

an experienced smoker
compensates for bad draw

cc: Chagall 2021
The heaviest rain
Shallow roots can reach deep now
Tall oaks espy hope

cc: Chagall 2021

Ein Sof

it exists
not in any way

you imagine
heretofore
unbeknownst

no
hocus-pocus
hokey-pokey

turnaround
plain as day's
crystal night

there! 
dead-center

before you
within you

without 

pervasively 
everywhere

you
inescapable

cc: Chagall 2021

Rainy Weekend Blues

I make a palindrome turn around, baby,
jump right back and repeat itself

(little blues fill here)

I was tongue-tied once to the bed,
tickled thoroughly through-and-through
till I talked 

Till I bled
 
On Fridays I put synonym in my coffee,
sugar in my tease, homonymically speaking,
I drink it down with ease

(descending dominant 7th arpeggios
into final major)

oh yeah!

rain, rain, go away...

cc: Chagall 

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