So subtle this thing called language
rears its head above tangled perception
discernible froth we skim cerebral
I prefer raw more sensuous groping
meaningful wordless visceral stew
the lasting poems of impulse
Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: impulse
It’s brewing . . .
can you feel it?
Small eddies,
whorls in the mind,
grays on gray
subtlety
conjured
from somewhere
to surface
ripples
plink!
droplets
plink!
torture
incessant
finally
ceases
arrives
manifest
as a smile,
a kiss,
a brave hello,
or a wave goodbye
this
is how
impulse
begets
gesture
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 