My meaning shifts along side those
whom I am juxtaposed.
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: life
The most haunting sound.
Whenever I lament the state of the world, I listen to the song of Kauaʻi ʻŌʻō. Put some headphones on and listen to this very short clip. I promise, you will not be disappointed.
Love to you all. Have a great weekend. —Carlos C.
Listen to the haunting song of the Kauaʻi ʻŌʻō, presumed extinct since 1985. Headphones recommended to fully appreciate the rhythm, tenor, tones, and intervals, of the bird’s song. This is the bird at night.
I believe this is the only known footage of the bird:
http://www.arkive.org/kauai-oo/moho-braccatus/video-00
See here for additional recordings and to browse the wonderful collection of the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, Macaulay Library
http://macaulaylibrary.org/
Again, farewell Kauaʻi ʻŌʻō.
—–Chagall
Destined to languish atop dead trees,
instead her lost bird sings.
© Chagall 2015: This poem was inspired by http://evapoetex.wordpress.com/2015/03/27/canary-spirit-poem/
I had missed what was on the other side,
had never flipped it over, a small thing really
when one’s life is scribed on page two
© Chagall 2015
Alight! These thoughts
tossed warmly burst
tendrils so cloudy so close
to the ground, spry will o’ wisps
flutter in filigree pattern, etched
in time, impressed on the gray
so simply, I place it aside, in a box.
Suddenly all of the world is a prism.
© Chagall 2015
Listen to that silence
how it drowns out the sound
of rain, each droplet lost
forever in its din.
© Chagall 2015
I find myself
on this road again
so soon I’ll be lost
at the turn.
© Chagall 2015
As many possibilities for me
as there are stars in the sky
Strangely I feel
I can get to them all
© Chagall 2015
Mopping up sprinkles on fingertips, the end of the party,
round sweet remnants, in so many colors, matched the balloons
that bobbed overhead, and I upside down on my bed
pretended to walk on the ceiling.
© Chagall 2015
It happened while looking out the window tonight,
the room light reflected on dark panes,
my nose to the glass to see outside, when I noticed
a blur of motion dancing behind me, so I pulled away,
turned and focused, no more than two or three heartbeats,
stared directly into her face, clear as the day she passed
she smiled, my reality popped, jolted by sound
like balloons exploding, and then she was gone again
© Chagall 2015
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