Today I planted four new trees, my goal is
to outlive each of them.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: Energy
Petite organisms traipse ever so tipsily
o’er the photosynthetic landscapes of leaves
on yonder trees and nearby yews, everyone’s doing
the tango, the tangle of photons, lip-locked organelles,
dancing to Miles’s Solar.
© Chagall ∞
Everyday I find myself
with less incentive,
diminished energy;
subdued, I stoke
my flame for
the long
haul.
© Chagall ∞
Keep moving
we must follow
every drop of ray
must fall – alight
make truer yet
the glow of our skins
we are all
beautiful people
in sunset
tomorrows
wax deliciously
like sunrise – all new days
that’s what hope
looks like blind
faith keeps coming
long the day after
angle me so
I can watch
the last fade
of the light
Chagall 2016
Spectral signatures can be read
to discern what things are made of
Elements absorb color
magnesium blue-green
sodium yellow
hydrogen red-orange
and so on
It dawned on me that
we’re reverse prisms
Ingesting color
to emit white light
Chagall 2016
To indulge the juvenile delinquent
in us, divulge if you would delight
in making out for a moment?
Nothing real crazy
just a peck or too
or three will do.
Nose-to-nose who knows
how far we goes, head to toes
maybe.
We
shirk
all
pressure.
Who knew so little soap
could emit so much lavender.
Chagall 2015
We all know what healthy tastes and feels like.
Stop being a chubby bastard and do the right thing.
$25.99 at better bookstores.
Chagall 2015
Pretty pictures inside my head
stop me from seeing the beauty without,
there where the actual lies, beyond the real
where I’ve occasion to wander rarely,
but now it’s a different story.
© Chagall 2015
I embraced your arrival
so I will hold you as well
when you perish, you will taper
and disappear to leave behind
an asterisk, the ripple
of a damselfly on the lake
pure crystal tone
© Chagall 2014
Throwing out ballast to rise, near dusk,
light air and low flame,
up-draft we go!
Nice little buckle, a trade-wind slap,
but we straight right-up, real fast or we topple.
In the vertical slow chugging puff,
on low winds, poooffft we slow down,
the gondola pendulums,
aerial inertia.
Sometimes I just hold sway,
drop anchors, tie a taut-line,
buoyant, and hover there over
forever, where you are.
Pretty much every day.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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