Tag Archive: poetry


Double Negative Blues

I got no salt on my egg
no sugar in my coffee
or butter on my bread
but I don't give a damn
...'cause I a'int a'int got you

cc: Chagall 2021

In Echelon

Come with me!

I know a place where
there are updrafts still

You can catch your wings
and soar

Icy blue winds
near the edge of horizons

Very thin air
so easy to breathe

So little remaining

cc: Chagall 2021

Full Tones

now and then I end up
in this timeless morning
where memory and hope
reconcile to define me

I yearn for that
which I already have

longing for just a moment longer

I am best 
when I am
in stark relief 
against the world

I am the figure 
or the ground

timeless life is art

cc: Chagall 2021

The Last Aloft

there it is,
that distinct aroma

a wind of the past

a breeze 
of the gone 

a flash of laughter
once, now lost

somewhere in the deluge,
somewhere in the design

supine
on the detritus

a back-float
on time ethereal

buoyant, 
I fall from a rooftop

farewell,
receding sky

welcome home
whispers the blue 

cc: Chagall 2021


A Poet By Any Other Tongue

My love poem to you has been translated
by one from your land and language. It says:
My major organs leap from their confines to enable
coexisting in the same ethereal space as your exultations.
Clearly the word was intended to be “exhalations.”

© Chagall ∞

Proof of Others

At the core of my existence I am certain
that poets exist on beautiful celestial orbs
other than earth

© Chagall 2017

 

Pun Tears

I cry nowadays
At the drop of a hat
All about me
Berets and fedoras

©Chagall 2016

Unfinished

I came across
my draft of a poem
started a while back

It reads as if
we’d been interrupted
for all it says is

She

Chagall 2016

First, Stretch

Have you considered recently
refurbishing your haberdashery
or buying a brand-new commode, maybe armoire?

Some words must be paired
as fine wines vis-à-vis
fish or chicken.

Grassy, picked too young –
this one’s a hint of chocolate.

Barring any unforeseen outcomes
I’ll bet the barista falls madly in love
long before we reach five stanzas.

Chagall 2016

Communication

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I wish I could scream
raise the words from the page
and hurl them in your face

© Chagall 2015

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