Tag Archive: life and death and life again


Haiku for Today’s Requiescat

Sun shows up our pain,
life goes on now when she ends,
if only bells tolled

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Ci Vediamo

Another 
died last 
night
quietly, 
quite
unexpectedly

one more
tear is all
I have

when there's no one 
more

odd that she spoke
to him just yesterday
after years of not having
spoken

adieu 
dear Arthur

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Requiem Revisited

I expected to wake to cold and sorrow, but instead I rise to nothing but desire
to perform spectacular acts of radical kindness.

© Chagall ∞

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I read my life
the plot thickens
and pages get dog-eared

How I love the denouement
the prologue, a scan of an index
the year of copyright

Can’t put me down not yet
just another chapter or two
before turning out the light

© Chagall 2014

The Advice Between The Time

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Although your time upon this orb is brief
there is still the chance to make it worthy
filled with the stuff that legends are made from
or maybe you prefer the quiet roads
shaded, wooded, dappled with brilliant sun
every now and then, every other step
can lead to anywhere, choose it or not,
want it or not, so much wanting, your choice
is your point of view, behold and release,
embrace and let go, the pulse of living
throbs at the neck of existence then fades
to a slow indiscernible rhythm,
empties into the space that surrounds us
and dies away, still fading, but dreaming

Dear one, the haze does lift, you’ll start again
though your time upon the orb will be brief . . .

© Chagall 2014

Light Of The Heart

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Twenty years
tomorrow

since Eve
is gone

yet it’s still
to sink in

© Chagall 2014

Hope

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Without each loved one who passes
I’m forced to face the eternal,
to ponder again that stretch of days.

Endless seems uncertain,
something must intervene.

Within, I assure me
that forever never comes.

© Chagall 2014

Two For The Drive-In

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She overcame inertia by bearing down hard
catching grip on shift-gear and leather,
deeply like cement – she became fixture,

a ground to figure
aloof, always the bold one off-axle spanned across
imperfect timing, but not to be lost on a roll –

tipped her shoulder, head-down ditched and tumbling
to topple her way to the billboard below,

fifteen famulous minutes though nary five feet high,
smaller than popcorn and concession soda,
but horribly beset by bugs in the diffraction of projector light.

© Chagall 2014

September, 1971

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The rain in its patter
sounds to be trying
to drum home a point
already made, such moribund
yammer

hey – you got that?
wafts in sweet cologne, some rosy
cheap knock-off more cloying
than haunt brings an ache
to my head, eclipses the migraine
I once had in Nam, when those stars turned mist
to shroud good men of both sides

I would light ’em if I had ’em, feel the need
for strong smoke, held breath in incantation
awaiting release, new days will come
a roman candle erupts in my mind, I see
shiny things to fixate upon, come and go
divert my attention from checks marked Void
though the paper on which they print
is precisely the price I pay

© Chagall 2014

Denouement

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Dim lanterns barely visible
perhaps there’s no light at all
but my own vision and colors
behind closed eyes

Damp moss smell, the sound of waves
breezes just cooler than body
trace their way through air to seek a lash or a face
exotic salt and floral scents from very far away

I kneel in moist and cushioned sand that holds at first
then gives, unable to brace my fall with my hands
or my body prone I fall amid fine spray
of quartz and feldspar smothered until I collapse
through the top of a cool grotto and alight
ever so gentle to final rest

Dim lanterns
barely breathing

© Chagall 2014

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