I’ve seen butterflies and hummingbirds
in three-square bulrush
but so far not
a single basket of Messiah
© Chagall 2013
Tag Archive: poetry
I sense there’s too much elusive
– birds in hand and all that.
I drop the game from my mouth
at the water’s edge
because two is better
than one.
Then
I’ve none.
Behind the scenes of a fable
unable to attain
even one’s share.
Where did Aesop go
when the mammals slept
and the allegory hit the wall,
did he laugh or grumble?
© Chagall 2013
A single footprint
all that wind would oblige her
gulls in cursive vees
© Chagall 2013
From this angle
the dome, the lanai
you without your top
long and carved
in the wet heat
of the canopy
your eyes made up
as peacocks
your breasts
luscious in stretch
Modiglianiesque
© Chagall 2013
Still early, it’s only three thirty
I’ve got a few more hours to go
I savor remaining moments
each time they come
Younger I’d pack
a life into each
With a will so great
I could make that happen
Compress
spans of life
A run-on string
at the tail-end
I run my palm
over a small rise
on an otherwise
perfect face
When the time comes
she will lift my last finger from the grip
and I will slip from the jamb
© Chagall 2013
We’re not through here
let’s take that again
who knew what he was saying
to her, the credits and theme
they stepped all over it
I need a volunteer
to let Death know
that maybe next time
sooner rather than later . . .
Anyone?
© Chagall 2013
Rumor of my expansion
has been grossly
underplayed
Rimshot
But seriously . . .
You’ve been
a great Creation
Good night
and drive safely
© Chagall 2013
Here’s our sugar,
coffee and rice
We enjoy your teas,
so many lentils!
We’ll take
each what we need,
no more
and we’ll leave
the rest
At the end
of each day
under stars
and over fires
Under no pretense,
over strong beverage
and each our dead bodies
under Creation
We will open our hearts
to each other
of Earth
And we will arise
the better
© Chagall 2013
Spires in the glare of day
leave me dizzy on the battlement
a precarious place to be
Yet I’m stretched on her bed
under the slow drizzle
of cold lilac water from sponges
she keeps in a porcelain basin
Drop
by bracing
drop
And then
I fall
© Chagall 2013
Nothing
Languid
for eons
Till a hum
from nowhere
Suddenly
everywhere is somewhere
The rest
is history
Welcome
to the now
© Chagall 2013
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