The birds around my home are slower than norm
There is less urgency because of the love and abundance of riches here
Chagall 2017
The birds around my home are slower than norm
There is less urgency because of the love and abundance of riches here
Chagall 2017
You remind me of someone you were, how you do that
so perfectly effortless
Evoke the we that we were
cue the salty sea air
Everything about then is beach-washed
designs, that’s how I remember
How could it be otherwise, the
other times we would soar
Just a little
bit more
We remind us
of then
Join me. Inhale – long –
and hold it gently.
© Chagall ∞
My best friend borrowed a guitar, I told her to return it
with a full tank of gas. She just shrugged and said Huh?
© Chagall ∞
I was your sister, you were older, I listened,
I thought you knew things I might need to know
even though you often said so very little, and
in the end I want you to know I will miss you,
I am younger, oddly no wiser, I regret you not
having known me better, as I you.
© Chagall ∞
The little horse has passed, still her harness bells summon
snowfalls shared, quiet leas, and the long dark nights of winter.
© Chagall 2017
While watched pots might never boil
Those left alone inevitably burst into flames
© Chagall 2016
Life is a string of goodbyes
so longs for now
without interim hellos
I leave behind all who I’ve been
for the sake of who I become
with each parting embrace
Richer for the memory I mine
to uncover the nuggets
which fund my perspective
Absolutely
we’ll get together
Forgetfulness –
a life-shaping quality
Chagall 2015