Beauty attracts to itself that which would detract from its beauty ...would destroy it, in fact cc: Chagall 2022
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Have you seen how the world works, how it breaks down and cries? Here today and gone tomorrow, if not the day after A penny saved is often stolen, from those contributing their two cents Too many happy feet among members of the stomping crowd So much glass sacrificed at the Mass Had the denizens of ancient Rome possessed iPhones at the Forum... Love thy neighbor as you love thyself is unsound advice if Thy be self-loathing so Love simply cc: Chagall 2022
Humbly I walk the wetlands, goldfinches spring from sere red leaves into trees stripped bare primeval Ancient caws overhead sing the timeless, the space of gray I am in Drowsy rodents at hollowed knots, woody sworls where broods await winter A stream of water diverts to run the clearing at the eddy's edge where the last leaves alight like Giverny water lilies Points of light touch my optic nerve, for a moment the world is inverted but I'm upside-down so all's righted The air hints impending, upending each moment till the next until now I scream inside, cry outside, I ache to grasp the is, the all that isn't I climb onto a low branch, a vantage above ground, my back against trunk for balance First small birds then early snow, alight on my lashes, till I am consumed in feathery frost In thaw I am the vernal pool that reflects moonlight in the faces of thirsting deer From me erupts the eternal smaller than life as we know it, divine, grander than anything not cc: Chagall 2018/2022
She asked if I would please come down from the parade, home from the water where hope flows slower than time, back to where it all began to all begin to be all in one final moment lapsed each passing day a cedilla an underscore Dearest Love, Apart from all living things, everyone is fine, at least that’s what they tell me... I get lost in my search so I look for a way to return to the searcher all is above me now sky is below, so to fall is to fly I call down to her that I'll be home dear soon cc: Chagall 2022
Though the most heinous deeds cannot shatter our faith in humanity, one small act of kindness and civility can wholly rekindle it cc: Chagall 2022
And when I die I pray there is still morning, each awash with passion and expectation for the new day cc: Chagall 2022
Certain songs I cannot sing, conceived to cry, melodic intervals, melancholic chasms, lyrics left unsung like spoken word, life's celebration cut short, the foolishness of what we feel, fragile undying compulsion to love perchance to exist, finally Just when the fun is starting, comes the time for parting... cc: Chagall 2022
I can see them hiding there in the woods despite their camouflage cc: Chagall 2022
When the pizza delivery-guy leaves, I say to myself Now don't eat the whole pie then out of nowhere I blurt out aloud "Yeah, that'll be the day!" cc: Chagall 2022
Instead of pine over my holiday chocolate-peppermint graham-cracker caramel bark nearly gone, I simply make another batch cc: Chagall 2021
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