All of the things
I seek to avoid
are wrapped up in
neat tidy bundles.
Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: Peace
For a moment I think
it’s snowing till
I realize it is
the frenzy of static
that separates beings
made visible this day
by gray wan light.
Chagall 2015
How adeptly we use
our opposing thumb
to screw-up all
that surrounds us
Chagall 2015
I am moving off the grid
no longer found
at the intersection
of any lat or long -itude
confined within no cell
prescribed
there’s the writing
on the wall
you’ll see it once
you reassemble it
though it reads more
like graffiti
so sweetie I’m going
far
far
away
Chagall 2015
No wind
still arbors
living trees
in repose
Docile shaggy creatures
unwashed but scented
deeply of Mother
breathing
Absorb light
emit air
knee-deep
vernal pools
I am the sound
of the haze that’s risen
each morning heat cast
in winter chill
I am hope
pervasive
Chagall 2015
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
My Dad called everyone Cap’
since his days as a grunt Marine.
He never spoke of Iwo but I knew
it disturbed him deeply, men from both sides
deep in red volcanic sand strewn about Mount Suribachi.
They passed around pure grain alcohol
on the landing crafts, some hit the beach
in a daze.
The Oldest Gyrine, they called him,
he enlisted when nearly 30, came home
to work in a bronze foundry, flamethrower hot,
my Dad the grunt Marine.
Chagall 2015 – Semper Fidelis
Here.
I made this for you.
A bouquet of scented words.
Chagall 2015
My numbers are all messed up.
You’ve denied me twelve times,
monthly really and three times I’ve risen,
leavened, refreshed. I’ve but seven left.
© Chagall 2015
Love you all,
have a great 2015!
Anyone know where
the after-party is?
© Chagall 2015
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