Saltwater frozen
floes dark violet
watch crystals
Aquinas on lust
Venus globally warm
Arctic arrows hunt
stones cut stars on top
en cabochon
© Chagall 2014
Tag Archive: poems
I find myself at the door again,
same as before,
as always
I
embark
hoping to find the turn
that short crooked bend
to lead me to nestle
beside you
cocooned in
the umbra
to the depth
of wellness
atop dry land
and close to
healing water
a spot marked
essentially X
© Chagall 2014
This one’s too religious,
this one’s selling stuff,
this one’s in a language
that I don’t parlay enough.
That one’s background’s way too dark,
can hardly read the text,
while that one . . .
well, not too sure where the poetry is,
so I move on to the next.
Some are just too wordy,
and some are downright trite,
so I continue searching
for the one that feels
more right.
At last there’s those so perfect,
the voice of souls who yearn,
who let it out to let you in,
whisperers above the din.
© Chagall 2014
The lost verse – added March 16, 2020:
Some are way too sexy,
there’s nothing wrong with that,
I just can’t spend my evenings
with my lap beneath my hat
Chagall 2020
P.S. I miss you Mike!
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