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Haiku for Acrosome

Perhaps we are all
Afloat in this universe
Pending gestation

© Chagall ∞

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The Final Eve

The last silver streamer alights,
confetti and ticker tape abandon flight,
balloons fall from celebration
failing to be held aloft.

Remember when we were? Each awakening brought
a new day with new sun in which we bathed defiant,
we dared it to blind us, we countered with our own
heat, radiance, impulse to grow, and then to burn away.

Soft brooms whisk the memory; the clink of glasses raised
to toast is still there, not quite yet imperceptible.

© Chagall 2017

But O’ How She Tried

She never was able to conceive
how two halves can make a whole.

© Chagall 2016

 

Je Regrette Pas

The bug in the berry was
surprisingly deliciously
salty.

© Chagall 2016

Reclamation in Two Acts

1
The ray of light
on return to the sun
discovered she wasn’t
so special at all

(agonizingly long intermission, theater in total darkness, misty haze in lieu of vibraphone tones to alert the Watchers that the show is resuming)

2
Whatever your form
you’re divine

Chagall 2016

Willed Free

How did we get here – do you know?
I asked uncertain of the blue

in the surrounding she replied
They’ve decided the moment repeats forever

Just you and me

I understood the nature of fate, she knew
It will have to do

Chagall 2016

Life In A Nutshell

Here.
Is.
The end.

Chagall 2016

Ultimately

Crisp incessant smacks across faces
then tears flow deliciously lips
lick my lashes

leaving me only
more lonely than now

She waits in style for moments to gather
her future is wrapped in red sash
or maybe her past
peeks through

There it goes again
on the breeze when suddenly
I drop

Dizzy in spirals
from heights attained glory
repeating some wordy world view

Wouldn’t you?
Coo-ka-choo

Tangled in branches
snarled in the bramble
I scurry to the roar of the falls

Aqueous foam
it’s oxygen-rich here

massive turbulence
magnetic churn of moon tides

I will not
hold on

I will not restrain
the flow

I will plummet headfirst
ride the scree like an aquanaut

I pray to be crushed
under oceans of water
reborn in a niched quiet eddy

on my back in warm sunlight

I croon
with these long extinct birds

Chagall 2015

 

Concept

A pulse
Feel it?
There!

indeed
a pulse

these holy
sparks of light
cackle electric

Chagall 2015

Rebirth Upon The Mainsail

I am screaming inside the wind tunnel
My fear a step before me always
I slide away down the aileron
I think I’ve eluded it but it’s there
Suddenly the diameter about me shrinks
I’m as stuck and clogged as I’m inside-out
Flapping rapidly a flag on a pole
I relish the maniacal cold tornado forming
Concentric debris pellets my froth
I am squeezed to projectile blessed to be carbon

Chagall 2015

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