I asked the poinsettia do you like it here, do you want to live here all year round on that ledge surrounded by the resurrected orchids? cc: Chagall 2022
Tag Archive: rebirth
on my way inside I pass a furry bee busy by the screen door she is beautiful in sunlight I say Take care of things out here while I'm gone!
cc: Chagall 2021
I dive off the landing from the top of the stairs and frantically grab at the tiny copper beads that are the pull-chain of the bare-bulb light knowing full well they will not hold me Descent is an endless whorl I am found with them still clenched in my hand, the light yet intact, the handrail unbroken No seeping liquids anywhere cc: Chagall 2021
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
Perhaps we are all
Afloat in this universe
Pending gestation
© Chagall ∞
Imagine silence
Barren fields glow red neon
Now torrential rain
© Chagall ∞
Exhaustion is a rollup shade,
comes down over inner light
to cast shadows that run too
deep, bluer than cold black.
Oddly, since I can see that
I am invigorated, renewed. I
am outside of the physical
debris; I am beyond the miasma.
© Chagall ∞
If death be not a parenthesis,
must life then be an ellipsis?
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The little horse has passed, still her harness bells summon
snowfalls shared, quiet leas, and the long dark nights of winter.
© Chagall 2017
She loved Frost but was less equivocal about the end,
choosing water over fire and ice.
© Chagall 2017
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