Tag Archive: being

Haiku for One Earlier Winter

Stars burned bluer then
Breathless joyful morning songs
God today made man

© Chagall 2016



See: Adore

To love her is so precisely

© Chagall 2016


Despite what you’ve heard, indifference killed the cat;
curiosity served merely to resurrect it.

© Chagall 2016

Almost Went Untitled

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

Experiment #516

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

Premeditated Meditation

The soft line about me
contours my figure to ground
of which I am less certain
its makeup

Push, pull,
yaw me in space

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

a way out

© Chagall 2016

Opening Lines to Ode to Peace

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


I yearn for the happiness
that you do not feel

I vibrate my total being
to will it so

I learn instead that
love can grow from sorrow

Chagall 2016

Partly Misty

The forecast missed her small tornadoes
she of far beyond uncharted water
right-side up the least preferred way
to travel, she’d grab my cheek to help me
to navigate warm currents among shallows
where safe is illusion cast by shoals
luminous looming jutting crags
on sky as ground, with God as witness
her hand held up to Nowhere running wild
through tiny cracks in our being

Chagall 2016

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