Tag Archive: faith


A Wry Rise

Light will guide me back
To ascension, a view from above,
Lofty gray weightlessness,
Ethereal suspension among birds
Of distinction, marked no longer
By petty ways, now only grand schemes
To return one again to a state of grace,
To engulf my self, to imbibe as well
The liquid of life, thus to hang in the balance,
Neither here nor there as it should be, to be
Either actually is a penchant unchained still linked
To time, once blinded I sensed the fence surrounding
Me so I blinked and clicked my heels, an attempt to awaken,
To rise, to ascend, score a view from above in the lofty gray.

Weightless.

© Chagall ∞

Weeping Skies for the First Time

The tapping whisper of rain,
Gulls soar, serifs against the long stretch
Of sky and land, the mosaic face of water,
Morning air, thin and cold, early day
Mist envelops always, hope is desire
To release, to touch the atmosphere,
To mean the words yet to find tongues,
Tone recedes into tones receding, the far edge
Where filaments unravel into the empty, void
Unless stamped otherwise, a puddle to stomp,
A bright yellow-slicker, the tapping whisper
of rain.

© Chagall ∞

Perforation

With moral north poles pointing everywhere
I instead choose to fold inward along the
outline of every petal of my being.

© Chagall ∞

Peace

I sharpen my ellipsis
as I’ve got only one
expecting any sudden
opportunity to use it
as I please

Purposeful interposition of
space between
periods

to purport
more is
to come

Perhaps
I am
the ellipsis

Chagall 2016

Unsung Hero

She’s serving her country
since she’s young she has
shitty maintenance shifts
hours till dawn on the tarmac
guys give her crap all night
makes her long for home plus
she’s trying to finish up on-line
credits just shy of her bachelors
she was smart they all said
lately she’s been feeling
that way again with so much hope
for new starts going around
these days she prays more than wishes
she’ll find home again

Chagall 2016

Full Voice

A whisper in a storm
hums poetic
melody for the deaf
astounding blind artists
who speak till silenced who
no longer levitate for fractures
to wings heal slowly you know
what freedom feels like –
remember?

Clear mind. Vibrant life.
Hope. Opportunity. Beautiful oxygen.

Chagall 2016

A Happy Ending

how often I found her
tucked up in hollows
nestled in whorls
amid swirls
she spun

a pinwheel crazed
in gale wind
alighting where she pleased

now she is upright
safe in fluted forms
amid her friends
secure and alee

Chagall 2016

The Pair

She couldn’t
remember which
we’d said we’d want
so she brought both
calliopes as well
as kaleidoscopes how
wonderful they went
hand-in-hand

Chagall 2016

I Think This Is Right, No?

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

A Blur So Close To 3D

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To say that Mia’s face reflects joy
misses the difference between essence
and something else indicative of being,
more reality than actual figure on ground
posing as people pretend to be shadow.

© Chagall 2015

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