A new part of my body
that I’ve never seen before
I’m excited to see
what it’s destined to be
This new part
of my body
© Chagall 2014
Tag Archive: poetry
I have so much to say today
so I shake you to wake you
Get up! and I’ll tell you
of life that bursts
to get inside
Your mind and your heart,
need I mention the soul?
If indeed there are
such things
Fragile things that come and go
once, or twice, I don’t really know
though I do when it’s only me
I dreamed that I once was atop a hill
wondering which way was down
so I followed the cooler breeze
Was that you where the sand ran
dry to wet at the edge of the dense brush
opening wide to the sea?
Of all that we were and all that we are
in prayer that we’ll someday be
Wake up! I’ve so much to tell you
© Chagall 2014
In time we find
though never lost
in trimmed gardens
The search alone
we sidle walls
flash furtive glance
In green maze
morning haze drops
The same each time
blurred roundabout
swirl dizzy spires
Endless breathlessness
tiring quicker
than yesternight
Out of rush of flame
comes desire
Sparkling cold
dense stars are lit
the air so thick
Like water we
drown
© Chagall 2014
Incidental solar flare
seeks easement
right of way
to use my being for incarnation
I acquiesce though it’s no small matter
these photons really are
quite lovely little bullets
of light massage
I emanate
rapture on a beam
I burn till I melt
till I liquefy
how splendid indeed
to be deity
© Chagall 2014
A kiss rips holes in lightning
and leaves burnt sugar behind
where we once stood
Long lived, we transcend the other
leapfrog our way to a lonely place
deep in cold space beyond the limit
jettisoned
in eternal smooth motions
© Chagall 2014
The gate on the garden is locked for now
Severely deficient of oxygen
Vertical drops of meltwater cascade
A place for rebel angels to unleash
Wrath, do damage to primary organs
Commonly formed when the river is young
God, are you there? Do you hear me calling?
A strong knee on my belly choking me
The watercourse races, pulling me down
While she ponders her reflection in glass
Blood flow ceases to the brain, thankfully
Over time carved deep, we recede upstream
To a fruitless and barren place we pass
© Chagall 2014
I have worked hard to eliminate
that part of my personality
which causes me to see
any aspect of the world
through rose-colored glasses
I think life will be
phenomenal from hereon
© Chagall 2014
Clearly
opaque
odd
even
distant
touching
apparently
real
I’m
not
are
you?
© Chagall 2014
To fall is to lie in mid-air
waiting for the world
to float up
© Chagall 2014
I am a time traveler –
doubt me?
I travel backwards in time
with each regret and every tear
of nostalgia
Anticipation, anxiety, angst
all the “A” words (okay, and Dread too)
is me time-tripping, future to now and back again
But I
digress
Now
where was I?
© Chagall 2014
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