Tag Archive: eternity


Always A Kiss

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Last night while gazing at the Pleiades
you remarked that at the time of light leaving
the cluster of sister stars, three hundred
light years away, Bach was newly appointed
concertmaster at the Weimar, and you and I
lay still unfolded, lovers of implicate order.

© Chagall 2014

Witness

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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

The Paddock Turn

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Here, eternity works a little different:
it’s forever for some, but not for all,
like those at the parapet,
standing watch for the rest.

Here, death is not quite the same either:
if you grasp the nature of the energy,
and your mind’s in the right place at the touch,
nine times out of ten, you’ll transcend.

A breath here, a swallow there,
a promise, a beacon, a cold-hard stare,
life’s the clarion call.

Get your riders up!

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Haiku For This Time

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We . . . eternities
stretch – out beyond to both ends . . .
are the ellipses.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

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Don’t let it fool you,
the moment rides forever;
you are just the stop.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

 

Hedgerow (Song for Amanda)

It’s been said
love’s accents are all that remain,
the patois of paradise.

The bloodrush, quick pulse,
nuance, inflection,
when spirits soar.

But now there are no words.

Every way back
to you is blocked.

Halls that lead to nowhere:
the shady corners
of your maze.

I shout your name
from under the canopy,
ancient fronds.

Cool pools lap,
the sole reply
in chill morning.

Haze about my ankles
swirls and spirals me up,
through the thicket.

Aloft,
I search about the mist,
but find I’m no less lost,
despite this vantage.

I sense
I am
imperishable.

I return to my native seat
when the music stops,
sure to find you there,
but mistaken.

I am alone
on the edge that lies ahead,
eternal as the road behind.

So strange to live forever?

Stranger still
that we were at all.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

 

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