Tag Archive: actuality


Full Tones

now and then I end up
in this timeless morning
where memory and hope
reconcile to define me

I yearn for that
which I already have

longing for just a moment longer

I am best 
when I am
in stark relief 
against the world

I am the figure 
or the ground

timeless life is art

cc: Chagall 2021

Double Take

I startled myself today
peeking through a glass
reflected in a window

Chagall 2019

But Where Did You Go?

This morning a butterfly sleeps
on the screen of my porch with antennae
lightly cupping the mesh

I stare deep into her round compound eye
and blow gently along her abdomen

She stirs, lifts off in flight then vanishes

Chagall 2017

Acapella

I hear music in wind and machines, voices in the trees,
harmony amid the sleek hum of gears finely-tuned,
who vibrate on cilia to haunt me, to trace intervals,
motifs of being, a soundscape to mark me aware,
you are the rest between motion, a buoy in time both
solid and bulbous, a weight against storms,
a body of reckoning to counter the onslaught
of melody.

Chagall 2017

Poem 1

In the presence of the timeless
I weep openly

Chagall 2017

i return to my device and the word application asks
want to save? implying my previous work unsaved,
i reply Yes for i trust my earlier self enough
to have made some excellent changes

Chagall 2017

The birds around my home are slower than norm
There is less urgency because of the love and abundance of riches here

Chagall 2017

Sage

Never ever rethink a post once it’s out there
unless it is actually needed

You second guessing
You is hilarious

Chagall 2017

Today, I witnessed and sensed a small bird’s fear
to have a red-shouldered hawk alight
upon an adjacent branch

Chagall 2017

 

Befell

What is there
after you’ve flown?

Where are you
once you touched down?

Careful there on the ledge,
perhaps you’ll not fly again.

How sad to have flown
for the last time.

When up is down
to fall is to fly.

How joyous to have
flown at all.

I’d have thought
clouds to be harder.

I invert when I fly
for I am the sky.

So inwardly
I fall.

Alight on soft pockets
of air.

Dust
on air.

I pray while
I fall.

The whole planet
is falling.

We spin and we turn and
we tilt and we yaw.

The earth rushes to us
once befallen.

© Chagall ∞

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