It’s not that I’m bipolar, so much as
I have got a thin divide twixt extremes.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: being
Today I planted four new trees, my goal is
to outlive each of them.
© Chagall ∞
Stars burned bluer then
Breathless joyful morning songs
God today made man
© Chagall 2016
To love her is so precisely
weightless.
© Chagall 2016
Despite what you’ve heard, indifference killed the cat;
curiosity served merely to resurrect it.
© Chagall 2016
On a carpet of flower petals
I lie eyeing the sun. Tap
those receptors there,
prod me to yearn for forever
or another vast place where I sense
my being is once removed.
My sunlit face not a fleeting echo.
Her smile across the handlebars
with my heart there in the basket.
I watch her pedal away. Somewhere
there are sambas playing.
© Chagall 2016
Is.
Feel the fry of that z?
Izzz: the electric barbed hum of life.
© Chagall 2016
Candles oblige me, light me back
to the sea, for at night I lose my way
if not for the sound of surf, the salt-spray,
I’d be lost, tossed about as innocence in the squall,
fragile bones amid limber wind, snapped barely alive
except for the thought of you buried deep,
the last seed of hope that I know I’ll sow someday.
© Chagall 2016
The soft line about me
contours my figure to ground
of which I am less certain
its makeup
Push, pull,
yaw me in space
Long-drawn
cushion of touch
A central agitation
between the eyes that is more
pressure on the optic nerve than
any real sense of being
Breath’s a valve,
there are few ways in
Contract, expel
me into ground
Is
a way out
© Chagall 2016
There at the end of
the garden are all of
the seasons’ lessons
to be learned
So let’s Us harvest
– for unless we harvest …
© Chagall 2016
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