Focus – butterfly
they’ll sense you, bind and fly by
cursive flight awaits
© Carlos Chagall. 2013
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An idea lies there
in dry grass, a starlit field, on its back thinking
one idea’s ego, vain to think, conceives itself
contemplates the world
Rises and hovers
a swelled mainsail filled with air bound oceanic
o’er powerful waves rushing the jagged night coastline
searching for harbors
I have flown too far
swum too long with the currents to ever return
rides the scree, updrafts, feeds on heron, on itself
then fasts for forty days
Dreams need to touch down
a superior mirage there where the sky ends
tangled in gulfweed too close to surface tension
attraction pulls deep
Glimpse of air, drowning
so sudden this transition, failed attempts to rise
falling through water a slow motion acrobat
feet first is fastest
Alights on the silt
there on the bottom, no sound just joy, buoyancy
starfish everywhere wonder where the light comes from
pushing through the dark
The idea lies there
gazing up at starlit wakes on abyssal plain
one idea’s ego sad to think it conceived self
contemplates the world
Rises and hovers
a swelled puffish filled with air bound celestially
‘neath powerful waves under the ancient coastline
among lost harbors
I have come too far
against all of the currents to never return
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Please see Lithographs for another poem in this form
My love for you’s more
sympathy for
your misunderstanding me
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Fractured silver back mars the mirror’s face
To avoid the flaws, we tilt our heads so
Find we’re young again, away from the wear
Between the cracks there in the untouched glass
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Rose colored glasses
tint purple skies and green suns
thorns too close to eyes
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
I need a rum-juicy minty something
Hawaiian but hard, a bit punchy too
it’s a no teetotaling Tuesday night
at least on my block, as we speak I stir
I shake, I rattle, I rock and I roll,
I sip, I garnish, smack my lips, go “AHH!”
it’s so delicious, going down easy . . .
drink’s not bad either, if you catch my drift
can somebody blast a pachanga please?
oye, Azucar Pa Ti, Palmieri!
six wonderful hours till twelve o’clock
at which time I will turn to a pumpkin
(that’s what I call Chloe, little pumpkin)
and the party will be over for me
to sleep, perchance to have restless leg syndrome
but until then friends
baile loco!
© Chicheme, 2013
Overturned toy truck
stuffed animals in puddles
lilacs in the rain
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
I’ve discovered that a number of my replies
to your comments, are themselves comments
and are not linked properly back to yours
So for some of you, it might feel like you have been commenting into a black hole.
This makes me look uncaring
as you would not have received
my response to you
my thank you and my gratitude
– and my sometimes witty retort 🙂
There is one gentleman
I have inadvertently done this to
for every comment he’s made!
I will be better from this post on. I must remember to hit Reply
in my excitement to respond.
—– Carlos Chagall
Five musical tones
found Wednesday in Vienna
could be the lost chord!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Light touch fingertips
dance, our hands ballerinas
mirror palms – encore!
Twenty fingertips
grand dancers, corps de ballet
palm to palm – bravo!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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