Every addict seeks infinity cc: Chagall 2022
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Every addict seeks infinity cc: Chagall 2022
I was late. I stared at the clock on the stove: 475. No way I was going to make it. cc: Chagall 2022
You who mess with my mind, there in gray, leave my archetypes alone, those are inviolate cc: Chagall 2022
The smallest buds on the family tree flowerless blooms imperfectly fractal, mere inconsequential relationships that bear no fruit for us all to link to, no perpetuation of the surname, but so much love that summer, cut so short, flourishes till today, nourished by roots leading from two infinities, their path ahead is forever upward, sky wood, sun-baked bark against which lovers shall lean, in a storm, any tree will have to do cc: Chagall 2022
Memories at random erupt the long buried It is easy to hide, a nod to elsewhere All that broke us causes the weep cc: Chagall 2022
I gathered my houseplants around, and explained to them the good and the bad, how I would potentially neglect them at times, or spoil them because love makes you spoil things you love, they could go parched for days or feel suddenly waterboarded, but they could laze in glorious sun, and I would prune and fuss over them, and assure their nutrition, and help them propagate, and talk with them cc: Chagall 2021
I am very proud to post here a collaboration between two talented poets: David ben Alexander and Michael Simonelli. Their poem "GMT+2, or: In the Mean Time" is in the form of a Chagallian loku. David & Michael, thank you for your support. ---CC GMT+2, or: In the Mean Time Jerusalem taupe, winter khamsin northward streams dark sands through our glass, one sand pebble left in the clock’s tapered shadow, sere wind breaks our wing somewhere now where God rests dunes caress with downy fill, eternal grains here, graceful echelon, mosaics carved, rarefied stars align to coasts the world from the clouds, squiggly fractal boundaries in between people, morning groggy-eyed sunrise through stretched acrylic grounded in promise directional signs, herd animals jostle on, can’t forget baggage, travelators scoot well past the red-eye's runway, each with life in tow sandstorm rocks taxi, clouds all that is visible, the expectant shift, meter stops running, zero beats to the measure, vantage no longer family concern, guests gather at synagogue, Tel Aviv sunset, the anxious await break of accident reports, frozen winter dreams Eilat in winter: warm honeymoon on Red Sea, chilly salt water waves, oceanic time curves around large bodies at scale, we’re smallest rare snowfall settles, Israeli children cheer, sheer slush by morning cold rains bring green, sprouts, plants, blooms, before springtime warmth, allergy triggers spring still comes each year, rebirth, salted brine-gray fog, pied balloons aloft David ben Alexander & Michael Simonelli, 2022
From the dark of my window I stare out at the night, down the road to a streetlamp, its warm yellow umbra a funnel faded to checkered black, alone, still timeless awaiting day through the hours, wearily beasts emerge from the wetlands, their trails passing under, beyond the fall of the light cc: Chagall 2022
As she lowers herself, I am engulfed, lost in the heady scent of bayberry, invigorating wintergreen cypress, her eyes are the same color as her song, both melodies lilt timeless intervals, eternity comes in thrusts and parries, strands of hair curl down the backs of dancers, there where palms lie, in the small near the nape, above the slight dimple, below the heart, there where the part is forever removed cc: Chagall 2022
Her name was Melisa (That's Melissa with two esses) Marianne (Actually, MaryAnn, capital M, Mary, no space capital A, Ann) We all called her Eve cc: Chagall 2022
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