That last night Chloe said
I’d rather die in your arms
than not die at all
© Chagall 2014
Tag Archive: Alphabet City
Like a toe into water
the word pushes onto the page
testing . . . no, that’s not quite right
Paris morning, chill of the starry night
warmed by copper . . . nix
I inhale deeply and shape my mouth to her’s
at right angles, I gently exhale
her cheeks bellow, her eyes open
and our heart begins to beat . . . maybe
© Chagall 2014
When Mercury and Venus are devoured
by the wake of collapsed stars
we will emerge again as purest
love
© Chagall 2014
How odd the stars that burn so hot
can wink, demure, so cold
I am warmed by the faces
of so many moons
More real than the lights
of jet planes
These nights I find
I slow down seeking free fall
Up, so I float
without need to ever
look down
© Chagall 2014
Maybe it’s not the words we lack
but the keenest sense of what to feel.
© Chagall 2014
When I’m small I am the speck
looking out at angels
On the other hand it’s Me
peering down
© Chagall 2014
Today is a special day.
I can tell by the quality
of the poets’ output. Each one
this morning describes the world
brilliantly.
© Chagall 2014
Although your time upon this orb is brief
there is still the chance to make it worthy
filled with the stuff that legends are made from
or maybe you prefer the quiet roads
shaded, wooded, dappled with brilliant sun
every now and then, every other step
can lead to anywhere, choose it or not,
want it or not, so much wanting, your choice
is your point of view, behold and release,
embrace and let go, the pulse of living
throbs at the neck of existence then fades
to a slow indiscernible rhythm,
empties into the space that surrounds us
and dies away, still fading, but dreaming
Dear one, the haze does lift, you’ll start again
though your time upon the orb will be brief . . .
© Chagall 2014
Welcome to
the digital world
inept and so unable to ape
the too-smooth edge where figure meets ground
it’s a soft meld where heart beats soul
these things aren’t yet
pixel-ready
© Chagall 2014
She told me
I break easy
I begged her
Fade away
We vowed
to be one
Breaking
yet to fade
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 