Existence
is is-ism, isn’t
it?
Chagall 2016
Category: Writing
Existence
is is-ism, isn’t
it?
Chagall 2016
I am
in awe
of all.
I name
it God.
Now I’ve
lost the
wonder.
Chagall 2016
Low-intensity
red stars
around us
everywhere
dim and unseen
The brightest
are fewer
but we see them
no matter how
far away
Yes they’re the first
to burn then fade
flickers at the rim
of time
Since Creation
there’s not
a smaller M-type star
that’s yet died
Chagall 2016
She handed me an oar
pointing to the small dugout
there on the bank
Row briskly
downstream
warily
God is
real
Life is naught –
a dream
Chagall 2016
I’ve quieted
my inner voice
by holding its head
underwater
an imaginary pond
there in the darkness
immersed until the bubbles
stop
till bright sun fills
the void to dry
up all the water
evaporates
leaves
no trace
behind
no evidence of voice simply
silence
only
now
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I’m surprised
More things
Don’t break
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To those who see
in infra-red
we are all
the same color
Chagall 2016
There’s an artist in France
collects heartbeats
Tens upon tens of
thousands of
pulses
Moments in lives of
those who will
in time be gone
Survived
only by these
I wonder does
the data show
if broken hearts
beat softer
Chagall 2016
Tidal locks keep us aligned
face to face we move
each others waves
Moons coo
while
we spoon
(But spooning isn’t
face to face
is it?)
Crap – need to start again.
TAKE 2
We are tidal locked
face to face we move
each others waves
A cooing moon
you turn
we spoon
Two sink deep
to hold breath
underwater
Alright, O.K. – not a bad revision.
Chagall 2016
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