I’m not coming out, but I will invite you in;
today we’re serving sliced-twice fried rainbow.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: self
They repeated
No, no thought
Contented, I’d given up
trying to tell them
All things at once
is the same thing
Chagall 2015
In deep mind I dance
dark circles, whirlpools
exist in the figure outside
where I’m ground
Embracing fits
like gilded chases
after images of light
too bright
In neon
throbbing day-glow
I fade under focus, intent
on comfort, the nether end
of feeling
Not belonging
is the rite of entry
back to the eddy to the point
© Chagall 2014
One by one, I crush them,
the fears that hold me back;
wholly eliminate
all my stress and worry.
Just like that, they are gone,
as quickly as they came,
an outcome of the will
to live unencumbered.
In their place, a garden,
pure, clean serenity,
where I am the seasons
for sowing and reaping.
Where all is possible
through focused assertion
of intended outcomes
I wish to come to pass.
© Chagall 2014
An idea lies there
in dry grass, a starlit field, on its back thinking
one idea’s ego, vain to think, conceives itself
contemplates the world
Rises and hovers
a swelled mainsail filled with air bound oceanic
o’er powerful waves rushing the jagged night coastline
searching for harbors
I have flown too far
swum too long with the currents to ever return
rides the scree, updrafts, feeds on heron, on itself
then fasts for forty days
Dreams need to touch down
a superior mirage there where the sky ends
tangled in gulfweed too close to surface tension
attraction pulls deep
Glimpse of air, drowning
so sudden this transition, failed attempts to rise
falling through water a slow motion acrobat
feet first is fastest
Alights on the silt
there on the bottom, no sound just joy, buoyancy
starfish everywhere wonder where the light comes from
pushing through the dark
The idea lies there
gazing up at starlit wakes on abyssal plain
one idea’s ego sad to think it conceived self
contemplates the world
Rises and hovers
a swelled puffish filled with air bound celestially
‘neath powerful waves under the ancient coastline
among lost harbors
I have come too far
against all of the currents to never return
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Please see Lithographs for another poem in this form
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