A celestial ring to it,
turbines recede in the croon
of Doppler effect,
up above first clouds, a speck,
But you see it, don’t you?
Basso, pleasingly gargled vibrato,
slow trilled. Perfect blue cold day.
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: sentience
My gaze is locked in numb appreciation
for the life that passes my window,
on occasion my eyes flit higher to peer
at the lone eagle or the spiraling dove,
everlasting images from a timeless place
framed beyond the glass, impressed
on the silver that backs the dome,
I feel myself small, a flower between pages
torn from the volume, untethered soft
silken threads to bind me no more,
I elevate up to find it’s not different
than falling down, I let myself go, ascend so
it’s me, I pass by windows, waving to the crowd below
© Chagall 2015
Once as a girl I was saved
shaved in many directions
to the point, rapier wits
poised, ready to please
left me breathlessly awaiting
a pulse, passion and reasons to live,
to fly was all I could do, would want to
lose myself in long walks, warm downpours
would slowly trickle and seep, my heels on the bricks
echoed in alleys and fine halls, sounding better, much rounder
on marble, I’d love how the glasses tinkled while laughter
rang out then simply faded and died so quickly
so easily lost though fingertips touching
forever so lightly, ever longing
fine starlight, these prisms
of stars, I’d wonder, I’d ask myself
why go on irresistible time, place really matters doesn’t
matter so I choose to leave, to stay, to go, to exit flamboyant
when I was a girl once, combed in elusive fashion
© Chagall 2015
My meaning shifts along side those
whom I am juxtaposed.
© Chagall 2015
Alight! These thoughts
tossed warmly burst
tendrils so cloudy so close
to the ground, spry will o’ wisps
flutter in filigree pattern, etched
in time, impressed on the gray
so simply, I place it aside, in a box.
Suddenly all of the world is a prism.
© Chagall 2015
That which is unspeakable
indeed is the perfect poem.
© Chagall 2015
Listen to that silence
how it drowns out the sound
of rain, each droplet lost
forever in its din.
© Chagall 2015
Irrepressible
This urge to keep on breathing
Yet another day
© Chagall 2015
Spectral howls beckon
High above the timberline
Where she begets stars
© Chagall 2015
Let’s all do this once more with feeling,
avoid the sidesteps askew to the point.
I don’t yet have automata down pat
quite enough to divert my mind away.
© Chagall 2014
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