So sad to hear that Paul Lenzi passed earlier this year,
I thought he was perhaps taking a break from his writing,
to account for the lack of daily posts.
I will continue to think that. Paul is only away for
a brief respite. I look forward to hearing from him again.
Paul’s work can be found here.
Rest in peace.
Chagall 2018
Act 1
I hold a young pepper up to the sunlight,
to see its placenta, gland, and seeds, capillaries
wrapped in green; the light does not illuminate
my own inner works so clearly.
Act 2
The tiniest emerald leaves erupt late season
atop tomato plants, begat by wizened
gold stems; the new arrivals will
mature partially then wither on
the severed vines of November.
Act 3
Blue princess holly has regularly set
red berries since that season the blue prince died.
Chagall 2018
Mission: to evolve
cooperative plots, arable land
across the face of Gaia; to
elevate the feminine.
Chagall 2018
on real film
particles of light
reside in the silver
transfer to image
freezing time
on the trek from end to end
your smile, that day
your eyes sharply focused
the horizon stretched
on forever
without touch, a photo
fails to convey
the full effect on our hearts
love had had
Chagall 2018
I’ll not write another
for it forces the last
off the page.
Chagall 2018
My mom – rest her soul – loved her son-in-law,
deemed him a good egg.
Chagall 2018
I have a hundred songs that you haven’t yet heard,
such is the lack of our intimacy.
Chagall 2018
The end of season is nigh,
harvest is sparse, I
put away three of each handful
– seed for the coming year.
Chagall 2018
Barring invasive species,
plants will work together
to make the most effective
and efficient use of the
resources allotted. Heads
intertwine to create diverse
canopies, while stems sacrifice
leafy runs to enable the nestling
of neighbors’ branches, and they
in turn their stems, and so on.
The heavy soak of apocryphal rain
brings a florid melange of nutrient.
Roots intermingle, with fungi forms
mycorrhizal, to shuttle about the
essential elements of life. This all
takes place in the yellowest of sunlight,
in the winds that blow eternity steady.
Chagall 2018
The breadcrumbs I drop today
help me to find my way home
many years from now.
Chagall 2018
