Hats off to whomever
tuned the blend
got my toes tapping
heart pumps
races up my leg
like a ruby lip
smooth ride
tension sprung
unbound gypsies
how we release
watch me twirl
my bandanna is now
caught fire
Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: life
One star
for everyone
We begin
as well as we end
Simply
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Chagall 2015
And when she passed away
rather than fighting with the rest
over money and land and bangles,
I was adamant, insistent that I
would get her recipes, her Guardian Service,
that picture of her with Pop at the Copa,
the perennials from her garden.
Chagall 2015
On my back barely beneath water,
the soft sand molds me to form,
I’m dense, settled in with full gravity,
heavy human-molten, I dare myself to breathe
in the liquid as at birth my lungs
accustom to the wet, I relax accepting
this will end soon, I smile
at diffracted rays of sun, the final light
I will see this time around; this drowning
is not so hard, it’s more a state of mind.
Chagall 2015
When she was a child we played a game
we pretended to be high on a cliff at the edge
losing grip on our footing we’d plummet
down off the bed as if from Everest
at the last minute grabbing hands in mid-air
in outstretched rescue every sinewy muscle
straining to hold onto life. She writes
that it’s readied her well for the fight,
she loves me, it’s time to let go.
Chagall 2015
I miss the suspense – that delicious hour, sometimes a week –
of waiting for my photos.
Chagall 2015
Once in a shadow I rose
to greet an inquisitive sun,
yawned and stretched a while
to bask in its hot-white heat
before settling back down
to darkness.
Chagall 2015
Did you see that?
It just flew by –
I’m pretty sure
it was life!
© Chagall 2015
With little water for many weeks, today I found a small cactus
sprouted soft and smooth-skinned tendrils, still green, alive
like the curly hair of a young child, the candy-apple scent of talc
behind the ears, so many years ago; I gaze at it here on my palm
and hope it remains evergreen.
© Chagall 2015
You would have liked this morning
with the dancing trees amid cool breezes
blowing salty air.
You’d have liked the azure blues
sung by the sky, pink-tinged and vast
under the sunlit dome.
Where you are I want to be
a million times smaller than now,
simple fragrant mist that once was
© Chagall 2015
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