I’ll find peace
in my mind
I seek freedom
outside
May birds forever
fly
Sun for all
upturned faces
Rain
to quench thirst
I’ve my own sliver
of moon
Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: existence
Shall we allow this Sunday
to slip by without memorial
just another in the line
or is it something special?
Tonight is a time for sorrow
yet also hope for the new day
I’m so mixed in a bipolar way
flashing hot, cool, on, off
a sob becomes a scream inside
a head filled with sugarplums
upon whose breast I lay my weary cheek
perchance to awake. Allow me
to place a kiss atop your forehead,
to the tip of your nose,
in this perfect dark room we giggle
and glimpse the faeries of the evening
diaphanous will-o’-the-wisps scattered
on warm breeze misted alive they frolic
galloping about our optic nerves
Chagall 2015
Oh, my God
there’s something
behind that!
And so
the world became
3
dimensional.
Chagall 2015
Hats off to whomever
tuned the blend
got my toes tapping
heart pumps
races up my leg
like a ruby lip
smooth ride
tension sprung
unbound gypsies
how we release
watch me twirl
my bandanna is now
caught fire
Chagall 2015
One star
for everyone
We begin
as well as we end
Simply
carbon}
Chagall 2015
The mirror clearly said msispilos
so I took it and smashed it repeatedly,
vehemently before shocked onlookers
until all I had left was a single splinter
of the handle in my hand.
And that – as they say – is that.
Chagall 2015
Once in a shadow I rose
to greet an inquisitive sun,
yawned and stretched a while
to bask in its hot-white heat
before settling back down
to darkness.
Chagall 2015
Did you see that?
It just flew by –
I’m pretty sure
it was life!
© Chagall 2015
In the vast empty
that is existence
dark and cold and lonely
without purpose, reason, or rhyme,
somewhere at this very moment
to the cheers of her mom and dad
a young girl rounds third
and is waved on home,
for she is the winning run.
© Chagall 2015
There along my thumb
where the small cells
resemble parcels of land,
a hard ball forms, straddles
the tiny triangles that stitch
me together: mutant, multiplying,
malignant.
© Chagall 2015
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