I don’t believe in the oven light
Things should bake in the dark
© Chagall 2014
Tag Archive: Carlos Chagall
The pan we needed was nine by fourteen;
she gazed then asked, That’s circle or oval?
© Chagall 2014
The question they posed
was given one cloth
would you wipe from
clean to dirt?
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They said in time all things would heal
still I journey to get out of time
I’m a scant glance askew sidled by its door
awaiting it to open
To slip stealthily through
at no time
© Chagall 2014
She panicked and said that the mix was too dry
I could tell she’d not worked many doughs
© Chagall 2014
You’d take me for a ride,
how I loved when you took me for a ride.
You saved me once,
I’ve savored your being,
when you loved me
it slips away you said –
how I loved when it didn’t slip away.
© Chagall 2014
Twice I watched her leave,
always the strange wisps vanished;
nothing to hold on.
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Twilight breeze considers the young gold flame,
with love proposes she release her heat.
The wind down on bended knee, vows to stay,
excites much sweeter but cold honeyed moons
© Chagall 2014
Just as song the words flow
in time, gating the sense.
To know is
in the making.
The interval is not known
until the second tone.
© Chagall 2014
When I was small you took my hand, led me to distant places
around the corner and up the block
You carried me so I grew to know
the spiral of your ear and the curls about it
Your smelled of taffy, salt, and wind,
as a newborn I’d mistake that for the contour of your cheek
Senses ran together then
before words but after sound
Essentially
once upon a time
© Chagall 2014
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