Abuzz
and so there’s apt to be
an I
who must name the white-hot point
just life
throbs and flows goes up-down the frame
neon really
while no one’s there to watch it
© Chagall 2014
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Can you go organic
and not have comments like
Hey, what’s with the gnats?
© Chagall 2014
All of my elves
seem to match
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I told her I’d drive her
absolutely no problem
in fact I would be honored
she said you’d have to then drive home alone
I replied that needn’t be true
I could simply stay on
forever
© Chagall 2014
Brutal honesty
Truth lies outside even that
Spring could do better
© Chagall 2014
The poem starts a place without word
outside the hourglass
The sound is an outburst (exclamation!)
whether a howl is uncertain, more likely a caw
Brains pretend to know, but they don’t
sadly at perch too high perhaps
It’s the last flight out in search
of reconnaissance stalled on the tarmac
On a high reef
or a low arete
In certain dreams I spiral down
sharp winding roads without guard rail
where perilous switchbacks cause me to dangle
precariously close to then over the edge
perennially in descent but how decent of you
to drop by thank you I would kiss you yet . . .
chances are odds are
merely an end to a means to an end
© Chagall 2014
I’m caught in the drone
of the tight machines
Elevated to states
of the art
Not about anything
really
Except dogged
blessed arabesque
© Chagall 2014
You all are perfect
captured here today
for every tomorrow
The slant of light
across our eyes
casts lash shadows
I kiss each cheek
embrace you deeply
and never release
The young, fairest here
run about the rest
embroidering paths through time
The old are queued
first in, first out
will miss us each
So today raise a glass
let’s revel in light
There’s so much still remaining
© Chagall 2014
I’m yawed just a tilt from norm, thus this vantage
The sun fans beams in broad sweeps so far as breezes will bear
I thought that rather we’d touch down in dazzling canopy
To have trusted the odd turn along the shoreline
Where would we be then, I wonder but haven’t a clue
We are blessed to have known each other since morning though
Now shadows draw long across the royal emerald of gated lawns
Beyond the open pastures where we’d come to know the keepers
The planet’s star poking through bashful branches in winter
A fire where we wept for reason rather than comfort
How elusive the eye drawn to windswept curtains in afterglow
Slid palms over smoothed skin caught muscle deep in nurtured rub
Released in lips onto lips, blow to blow, then to now till then again
In lovely refrain of approaching night, a lullaby sung in oval tones
Windows open, no one awake, clearly still light though waning
People scurry home to savor the last day
I will die in your presence if my life is to spiral
And live in your absence despite lying here broken on hard crag
Rag doll from above, crippled hieroglyphic on splintered rock
Arms and legs
akimbo
© Chagall 2014
The intent of auburn she always wears turquoise
simply and nothing else rarely
I love her best in astringent ether on tight lean lines
we extend a single pivot deep and low
more adrift than punctuate, solitude for two
Our clouds come in many colors
but still go, who knew the storm before that stayed
surely it rained a little sometime now and maybe less than later
I’d seen her on rooftops and feared she’d fall
she dropped once and I dreamed of bridges afar
where I’d fly though I had no cause to crash
on any but my own terms
How easy to have stayed aloft
to find her updraft if I dared
to release, let the guide wires catch
in graceful vines overhead
instead I fell bowed low in salted air
awash in radiation
The day
bakes me
I lose awareness in descent
over the surface tension of roiling water
instantaneous dreams of fall mix with actual falling
a swirl in the darkness between images is neither sight nor thought then
but something else awash in the eddies
Insight rather
into the nature of falling
and who we’ve come to be
And we’re not
till we’re here
then we’re not
© Chagall 2014
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