You told me
the objects about us had
names that marred luminosity
so beware the symbol, embrace the actual.
© Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: sense
The bug in the berry was
surprisingly deliciously
salty.
© Chagall 2016
I.
Today I sensed
in the care of a plant
what I needed to do
II.
Today I sensed
during care of a plant
what I needed to do
III.
Today I sensed that
the care of it all
is what I needed to do
IV.
Today I sensed in
the care of it all
that I was needed
Chagall 2016
She laughs when days grow longer
amazed that time sprouts wings
enables more than dappled life is light
Before the moment renders, surrenders
flow to heart her mind aloft she lingers
More than haunting scent hypnotic
bewilder, bother – be careful: she wishes
true comes more than not
Steady like red
Chagall 2015
I have no energy left yet so much to say.
No, that’s not right. I simply have need to say something.
There is no specific content or quantity in mind.
I hope that in describing that need
I’ve said something.
Writing is no longer a viable alternative
for that primal scream I would emit
hurling myself off a rooftop.
Chagall 2015
With oxygen my chief inhalant,
I pulmonate my way
through a tangle of moments
I manage to right-side up
to a semblance of order,
I call my life.
They say that you focus
on only a thing at a time,
but I seem to be struggling
with even that.
I rotate through the five senses,
like so many outfits,
costume changes laid out for the week,
before wash day, Friday, rolls around.
I see, I hear, I smell, I taste, I touch,
I conquer.
Son of a bitch inside my head
keeps insisting it’s me,
though I’ve asked over and over:
please stop calling here.
I find serenity in the ground,
in the space around shape,
the silence between words,
the time around now.
It’s the art of glass blowing,
creating outsides from the inside,
from a glowing tip,
sand to form to ash.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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