I never wanted anything more
than nothing less.
© Chagall ∞
I never wanted anything more
than nothing less.
© Chagall ∞
Imagine silence
Barren fields glow red neon
Now torrential rain
© Chagall ∞
Everyday I find myself
with less incentive,
diminished energy;
subdued, I stoke
my flame for
the long
haul.
© Chagall ∞
I’ve nowhere to turn except
to the expression of the timeless.
Though I am tired I forge ahead
convinced that the road leads direct
to the fount of some wisdom yet
undiscovered. Sadly, I am mistaken.
© Chagall ∞
Exhaustion is a rollup shade,
comes down over inner light
to cast shadows that run too
deep, bluer than cold black.
Oddly, since I can see that
I am invigorated, renewed. I
am outside of the physical
debris; I am beyond the miasma.
© Chagall ∞
There on the snow, the shadows of ancient flyers
perched atop rooflines, barring the sun.
© Chagall ∞
Hope is in sight, inverted
there on the optic nerve.
© Chagall ∞
Peculiar droplets
Promise me that you’ll grow strong
The pour of spring rain
© Chagall ∞
As the beat goes it says
so much to do so instead
do nothing – lose myself
in any direction – when
I was a girl once combed
in elusive fashion – was
more than I’d ever do –
take myself in any direction
– laughter rings and never
fades, simply dies away though
fingertips touched so lightly.
© Chagall ∞
I swear I’ll be there for you downstream
where the rocks are smoothed by time.
© Chagall 2017