Silence
…did I ruin it, your
silence?
I intrude.
But, hold on
…how long can we
breathe underwater?
Come on…you c’mon up for air!
Chagall 2018
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The art of wrapping gifts is
ample space, sharp scissors,
3 parts origami, 1 part luck,
plus a strong will to succeed,
to assert one’s mastery over
colorful inanimate objects.
Have I told you of my
handcrafted calligraphy labels?
Ladle a nog, let’s talk!
Love, Chagall – 2018
I wake up and pray
there is still enough time
to love you more
Chagall 2018
incantations
in darkness
on the edge:
creation
a benediction
for all that is, will be
a whisper, a tremor
a wind
the word:
beginning
a handy sleight
of mind
Chagall 2018
earlier today i brushed my forearm
against the wall of a 500-degree oven,
and by yelling out the F-word
loudly, emphatically, and repeatedly,
i was able to stave off grave injury
Chagall 2018
I watch stars collide
Light pulse throbs deeply in space
All await the sound
Chagall 2018
words trace the mind’s objects
bold outlines, with a soft bleed to neighboring neurons
(neutrons? neutrinos maybe…)
an ascetic aesthetic sort of thing
primary colors, or heather mute tones
hit or miss on evocation
God
I love
vivid harmony,
the major 9th especially
consider:
live the actual, and
forget the “real”
tra-la
…and the reel we’ve danced more than once
– just think back –
life comes ’round now and then,
between fine courses of miracle
immaculate is timeless,
conceived in clear mind above it,
in it, with it, of it,
take it!
partake of words and
trace bold objects
Chagall 2018
they ask me where i’ll go
when i lose my mind
i tell them mountaintops
meadows, forests and timberlines
places where thought is
not needed
the crest of giant waves
on sands where i am erased
each step
every breath is the world – creation
at rest
atop my headless torso
Chagall 2018
Were the world to end,
I fear that future generations
will never rediscover pizza.
Chagall 2018
Deep wells in snow
where faithful collapse
onto knees to observe the light
emerges this life eternal
amid night’s teardrop
prayerful stars
a choir of hope
sostenuto
in the thin frost air
a scent of salvation
senses piqued
the Spirit
now a given
faith implies
no doubt
hearts sing
a cappella
the melody
of existence
each of us
a lyric
intervals
mesmerized tones
Chagall 2018
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