In the field before us
there are no trees nor chimney smoke,
though it’s cold and white, nor snow about
Under freezing light
we harden, crumble
our detritus mars the scape
© Chagall 2013
Tag Archive: consciousness
Too many people
need a name
for what they’ve got
Otherwise,
what is it?
There’s got to be something
good for whatever
this is
Once upon
a gridlock
dreary
All joy
halted
Seized
and stopped
No longer
sings
beautiful
sine-shaped
melody
Piqued
at odd angles
to harmony
This is what
I’ve got
Can you
cure it?
No matter the cost,
I’ll pay
© Chagall 2013
We . . . eternities
stretch – out beyond to both ends . . .
are the ellipses.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
I am nothing
if not existent,
bewildered
when I don’t see plainly,
omega
right from the start,
sunlight
over my shadows,
rain
to quench the sere,
drought
in the aftermath of flood;
I am
essentially that.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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