Tag Archive: form


Way With Words

We all understood it
at the same time

But I was able
to articulate it swiftly

So
sue me

Chagall 2016

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Untitled #10

Sometimes
unexpectedly
greys – candy-finished blacks
bursts of day-glo color
then everything goes
misted white again

Chagall 2016

Talkin’ About You Again

A word, a blank page no more;
this is where couplets end.

From hereon in
strange waters.

The next view must speak louder
than nothing – if not, why bother?

Pictures are an option
just not here.

Help me to pluck ideas
from all these implicit ellipses.

Chagall 2016

True That

When I am tired but inspired
I turn minimalism

Chagall 2015

Ornithologic

I have memories
of being in echelon
which means that at one time
I must have flown

I can feel
where wings connected
between biceps and pectorals
the backward sweep of deltoids
to where flight would have taken hold
like a clamp

we hang low in the pocket in the rush of fresh air
hundreds of feet high in a V across calibrated
stagger as if random we bank in a frolic
as one gaining air on the others steep turns
tightly so much torque but our bodies are made
for bending flexing near breaking

Our hearts are different
not so resilient, they snap
because they’re unforgiving

Chagall 2016

Optical Collusion

Too much optimism is cloying
while actuality is not quite as stark
as the realists might think

There is truth in the ground
but one needs to make figure
go away to see dark matter

The two profiles are the urn
a kiss creates then spills an ewer of honey
making for sticky back and fore grounds

Your aroma is metal, flinty
yet underneath sweet like talc
provoked aflame you are caramel

Stretched, kept in contact too long we fuse
the undersides along the length of our arms
our bellies plus our thighs adhere

Erasing the lines that define us
we become amorphous form with shading

Chagall 2016

Haiku For Haiku

Timeless being first
Then every man and woman
Here is God’s reserve

Chagall 2015

Timeless being first
Then every man and woman
Here’s reserved for Gods

Chagall 2015

Whoopsie Daisy

slow moving clouds golden linings frilly peach
white edges glide through blue sky
i dance like a zephyr
in treetops i listen
frosted wintry stars
ancient calls to yonder
window breaks she reaches
my hand slips she falls
falling backwards

in midair

float
gently
down
to
the ground

Chagall 2015

Stamina

I breathe heavy after an iamb
I tucker after a couplet
and now they’re talking stanza!

Chagall 2015

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