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 cc: CC 2020
Tag Archive: life’s too short – let’s live it
I’d rather be
incredibly high
for one grand night
than to be
just a bit
for a few
© Chagall 2014
The lime-pink houses
along the beach
stand in wait
for the dreamscape,
the laughter of days before storms
took the island
by gale, and nowhere
was alee.
Kites ripped and ditched
on rock, strung out
on waves so close
to shore.
Lonely gulls
bear the cry
of their own.
Though they glide
graceful, silent arcs,
atop salted winds
in updraft.
I miss the barefoot sound
of running on water
when the weary
were rested,
fresh
in steadfast color,
not faded,
heathered,
or torn,
fit to
taut bodies
loathe
to relinquish
the day.
© Chagall, 2013
At present I wait
long for arcing shots of fire
life’s arrows’ quiver
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 