I retrace the line of
her handwritten note
to make me feel
she’s still here
Chagall 2016
I retrace the line of
her handwritten note
to make me feel
she’s still here
Chagall 2016
So much life
in the vee of that tree
indeed lots astir
at the crotch
Chagall 2016
A whisper in a storm
hums poetic
melody for the deaf
astounding blind artists
who speak till silenced who
no longer levitate for fractures
to wings heal slowly you know
what freedom feels like –
remember?
Clear mind. Vibrant life.
Hope. Opportunity. Beautiful oxygen.
Chagall 2016
Deconstruct me
leave
a wake of
voids
Chagall 2016
She couldn’t
remember which
we’d said we’d want
so she brought both
calliopes as well
as kaleidoscopes how
wonderful they went
hand-in-hand
Chagall 2016
Keep moving
we must follow
every drop of ray
must fall – alight
make truer yet
the glow of our skins
we are all
beautiful people
in sunset
tomorrows
wax deliciously
like sunrise – all new days
that’s what hope
looks like blind
faith keeps coming
long the day after
angle me so
I can watch
the last fade
of the light
Chagall 2016
Blue below icy
Lakes frozen aqua brittle
Still beings moving
Chagall 2016
I.
Today I sensed
in the care of a plant
what I needed to do
II.
Today I sensed
during care of a plant
what I needed to do
III.
Today I sensed that
the care of it all
is what I needed to do
IV.
Today I sensed in
the care of it all
that I was needed
Chagall 2016
Inside
each poem is
another poem
I find myself
looking
for them
Chagall 2016
I came across
my draft of a poem
started a while back
It reads as if
we’d been interrupted
for all it says is
She
Chagall 2016