Aw man, Pat & Vanna, don't go out like that! cc: Chagall 2021
Tag Archive: sadness
Another's sadness makes me so sad Chagall 2020
Politicians, given the floor, feign this pensive, ponderous persona, 90 percent bullshit and 10 percent ill-formed question. I am amazed purple – red and blue, if you were wondering – that this is the cream of our crop. (Primal scream here)
© Chagall ∞
I find I
am torn
perforated
ripped along
dotted lines
Someday
I will
reassemble
sans
seams
© 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
She wipes her tears away
a soft fold of white tat
lace doesn’t daub well
merely smears the sadness
she feels, has always felt
She’d rather it rain down
blow a hole inside her soul
hollow out the echoes once again
blues – nothing but blues wash her
away to find lost paradise
Chagall 2016
The hot water of the shower spray
feels great on her face, after
an all-night cry
Who knew such
a recurring but
fleeting thought
could provoke so
many tears?
Under the mist
she promises
herself today
will be no different
Chagall 2016
Today’s snow is like that night years ago with my Dad
under the street lamp, both on our backs looking up
making angels, I not yet ten and he near sixty,
giggling together while the flakes wet our faces,
how pink his cheeks are, how deep are his eyes
in the blue of that night.
© Chagall 2015
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