Tag Archive: Moon


Epiphany at Seaside

The aroma of oil and salt,
a breeze cooler than the stagnant
air about me, fried potatoes
on ocean winds waving somewhere
on the planet, whitecaps hold foam
while moonbeams reign supreme
in the gravity, the order of things,
as all must be is surely.

© Chagall ∞

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First From The Sun

On Mercury
its day is
longer than
its year

It’s all
about spin
the path
your journey

Chagall 2016

Luna Certainty

Tell her for me
she knows nothing
about moons

It’s waxing and gibbous,
there’s nothing more to be said

Chagall 2016

The Weeping Chicana

Her tears
in moonlight

Mercury atop
cocoa velvet

Chagall 2016

Intrinsic Pattern

I hold my head
I move my hands
sculpted fingers

In poised asymmetry
I trace rotations
about my core

I am the orbits
of moon around earth
around sun

I am
polyrhythm

Chagall 2015

At noon we’re closest
To the sun we spin
Moons wax gibbous
Somewhere

Tilts about axis
Our bearing is set
Inertia we’re free
Falling

Waning to darkness
Promising new light
Luminous crescents
Abound

Silence

We are near the edge
Balloons on ceilings

Bobbing

Chagall 2016

Happy Knew Year!

I’d rather dance just with you
perhaps even drink alone now that there is
some moon this New Year’s Eve

Your name is Jessica Eve so that makes you
the night before Jessica
(I was once the elf
of Saturday Eve)

I consider us one since we will howl
together in the wetlands tonight

The stars shift subtly look different
with passing time though not quite aligned
to the stroke at midnight

My heart will cascade its tickertape
among the fleeting, their raised flutes intone
ripe crystals, honed glass holds the promise
of the toast to which we all spring

Love & Peace in 2016

Chagall 2015/2016

Six-Sided Flakes In Moonlight

I love the way
sound sounds
in slow crunchy snowfall
there’s no doubt
that we’re inside
the dome

Chagall 2015

The Scape I Live On

I’ll find peace
in my mind

I seek freedom
outside

May birds forever
fly

Sun for all
upturned faces

Rain
to quench thirst

I’ve my own sliver
of moon

Chagall 2015

No Photon Left Behind

I must tell you all
about the last luscious light
burnt-yellow still burning
in the tops of tallest maples
scraping the tip of blue night
while alive at the other end of sky
hangs the moon manicured frenchly
whiskey sweet a spirited sprite
burns the tip of my tongue

Chagall 2015

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