We are silent,
not because we’ve nothing to say,
simply we’d said too much.
© Chagall 2014
Tag Archive: rain
In a deluge rather than a rain
my soul absorbs
I burgeon
burst into wet prisms
scald myself
on low-flung lightning
I soak it up
accumulate all the water
to become the source
and ultimate authority
for the next wrathful downpour
I will flood
incessantly
until we are
restored
© Chagall 2014
Rain sounds massage me
each wet gurgle a bubble
dropped hollow echoes
© Chagall 2013
Going to sit here a while
let the drizzle pass
looks like nothing but blues skies
blowing in
Rain
smatterings of
aqua strokes
bristle wet
on my skin
do they fall
or suspend
there
and there . . . ?
curtains of light
visible with the sun
at the cloud edge
like stringed beads
billions of strands
the path of each photon
distinct
a harp of light
that interleaves darkness
this choral day
now that the rain has stopped
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Roots rained on the ground
white birch stands poured on the ridge
both slurp moist earth soup
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Damselfly hovers
flies patterns like asterisks
her prelude to rain
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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