Tag Archive: death


Adieu

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Life also brings rain
falls like a last hurrah

the hush before
the din thereafter

earth and soul part friends
one last look then fade

© Chagall 2015

Haiku For Cradle To Grave

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Softly day appears
Talcum swirls about the air
Night alights swiftly

© Chagall 2015

The Wedding

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When we were young
the tables filled
with faces eternally
upturned to grace,
but now we dance
in starlight wan
ever quiet.

© Chagall 2015

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The doctor says she sees Q-Waves
there on my EKG, usually a sign
something bad has happened
to one’s heart. I tell her that
they’re probably there to say hello
to that day you went away. Now may I
put my blouse on?

© Chagall 2015

The Beacon

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She said she’d return as a small light,
one I would see should sadness surround me.

No need to search, just open your heart
I’ll guide you out of the dark

© Chagall 2015

Haiku For Once There Was A Robin

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The songs are ancient
Sung by birds who’ll soon perish
Sunlit empty branch

© Chagall 2015

Haiku For Translated Elegies

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I’m learning new words
Such beautiful languages
All my friends have spoke

© Chagall 2015

Sara One Day

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She said flowers are for making
sweet nothing of the air, she’d wave
her bouquet in sweeping arcs,
to trace comets she saw there,
streaks of scent, slow color to fade
figments, flames in the dark dimmed
to a lilac’s breath, her intentions lingered
longer than she, still remain.

© Chagall 2015

Inspired By Ēva

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Destined to languish atop dead trees,
instead her lost bird sings.

© Chagall 2015: This poem was inspired by http://evapoetex.wordpress.com/2015/03/27/canary-spirit-poem/

You Better Believe It

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It happened while looking out the window tonight,
the room light reflected on dark panes,
my nose to the glass to see outside, when I noticed
a blur of motion dancing behind me, so I pulled away,
turned and focused, no more than two or three heartbeats,
stared directly into her face, clear as the day she passed
she smiled, my reality popped, jolted by sound
like balloons exploding, and then she was gone again

© Chagall 2015