So bone brittle cold
even near the tips of stars . . .
that pulse, you feel it?
© Chagall 2014
Tag Archive: life force
So much life in dirt
tales of yore of gallant deeds
billions per earth’s inch
© Chagall 2013
Once
you and I were old
it got easier to breathe
to reverse the course
till we aged less
each day
regressed
in every way
the advance of cells
the march
staved off
the inevitable
through the miracle
of mind
over matter
after all
life is just
one
of the afterglows
© Chagall 2013
Contrary to popular belief
there is no collective
against my best intuition
there’s no I
despite what you think
thin air
where the pied balloons
of lost children
rise
the only thing
that’s real
© Chagall 2013
It’s still daylight
at the very tops
of the trees
up there
aerie still
remember the day
golden
on the ride down
it’s more night
the closer one
gets to the ground
at root the earth
gives up aroma
in warm loam
and fireflies lift-off
rendezvous flights
for the night
Mother Earth
please tuck us all
away safe
Won’t you bury me in
dry leaves?
© Chagall 2013
I hadn’t realized
I was so much
space
A beacon
signposts
will and vapor
© Chagall 2013
Life’s cause to cherish
every drop of oxygen
racing through my blood
© Chagall 2013
I’m scheduled to die on this gorgeous day,
the window open, cool breeze, blown curtain,
knowing the morning’s about to begin,
life in and out, crossing paths on the way.
So much poetry that I’ve yet to say,
so many places that I’ve never been,
encircled there by sobbing next of kin,
the priest has just arrived, it’s time to pray.
I stop them before the sign of the cross,
“Today is absolutely not my time,
too much sunshine.” So I ask them to leave.
I shower, I shave, I brush, and I floss,
I dance a jitterbug, compose a rhyme,
jot the names of those not showing to grieve.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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