You are capable
of anything.
Did I not
make myself clear?
There was a period
punctuating the point.
Don’t dally here.
Now go . . .
on your Way.
© Chagall 2013
Tag Archive: poetry
There were rare times
I’d get chosen
before others
and sometimes
that made me happy,
but never did it
make them rue.
© Chagall 2013
Is the good world
cracking up,
breaking down?
Breaking up,
cracking down.
We are growing in
a different way.
More vain, I think
less social,
despite what the experts say.
Coming up
The New Ideal
stay tuned
and don’t you
miss it.
The world-over thumbs
go up and down
– who said we
couldn’t write novels.
© Chagall 2013
As I near your cheek
the world fades away
you loom larger there
before me
like a rock to be scaled
too steep it seems
for sure footing
if lips could walk
I close my eyes
whisper a prayer
and hurl myself off
from the ledge
© Chagall, 2013
From this pedestal
all I can see are bald spots
air’s thinner here too
© Chagall, 2013
I’m running downstairs
when my sock catches tread
for a moment only
and I feel
like I’m falling
till I right myself
in time
continue down
forgetting why
I started
this descent
to begin with.
© Chagall, 2013
Noise pollution
creates
eye candy
© Chagall, 2013
One minute I’m walking
warm through the field
and the next
it begins to snow
Flaked sandy drop
so steady
How quickly
it gets
knee-high
I trudge
through dark
gray cotton
light
right
before heavy
wet flakes
consume me
On my back laughing merrily
my heart pumping wildly
I drink in the fall from the sky
through a mouthful of stars
© Chagall, 2013
The world awakens
a fresh day to age and die
unsuspecting life
© Chagall, 2013
You may call me Ishi,
the last Yahi,
if that suits you.
Though back in the foothills,
I am nameless,
known essentially as one who is
with, in, through, and about
the wind –
that should suffice for our purpose here.
I have no friends
who still live
so no one can
properly introduce us,
such is the custom.
Perhaps one day you can christen me,
and together we can return
to defend the canyons,
where and when I will show you
my real name.
© Chagall, 2013
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