I started to write a poem then shifted
to write a song
Chagall 2017
Tag Archive: expression
How subtle are these symbols, to clinch or to clench,
both embrace, one the certainty of winning, the other
holds tight to imminent loss, to quench, bring cooling
liquid, healing balm, through tight canals to affliction,
immersion in ice, or steam, infinite horizons of water,
too quiet, to hush someone lovingly with finger upon lips
shushing air.
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The gape, tongue off hard palette, the gape again,
teeth into bottom lip, expulsion of air, say I Love You
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I have no energy left yet so much to say.
No, that’s not right. I simply have need to say something.
There is no specific content or quantity in mind.
I hope that in describing that need
I’ve said something.
Writing is no longer a viable alternative
for that primal scream I would emit
hurling myself off a rooftop.
Chagall 2015
At what point
did this become
ordinary?
When did it lose
any claim on
sublime?
Before
the pen
hit paper,
or somewhere
along
the line?
© Chagall, 2013
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