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
Tag Archive: rebirth
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
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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
The last silver streamer alights,
confetti and ticker tape abandon flight,
balloons fall from celebration
failing to be held aloft.
Remember when we were? Each awakening brought
a new day with new sun in which we bathed defiant,
we dared it to blind us, we countered with our own
heat, radiance, impulse to grow, and then to burn away.
Soft brooms whisk the memory; the clink of glasses raised
to toast is still there, not quite yet imperceptible.
© Chagall 2017
