The world is soothed by soft refrains,
life’s lulling opioids amass to mask
all pain and sorrow
If you existed you’d know the same as I
in footsteps misted, feet of holy water
just barely enough to drown in
Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: sorrow
I yearn for the happiness
that you do not feel
I vibrate my total being
to will it so
I learn instead that
love can grow from sorrow
Chagall 2016
Her tears
in moonlight
Mercury atop
cocoa velvet
Chagall 2016
Sun despite our pain
Although life goes on it ends
Where bells toll, bells toll
Chagall 2015
The light is perfect here
color soaks the moment
I see small dots of life
everywhere there is lavender
the brush is more patient than I
to render its impression
of God and time
I am immersed in Peace
despite profound disturbance
in the pointillism
the fabric must be mended
that bears the barbarism –
humanity and sane gentle minds
must once again conceive the canvas
we must wake up and smell the carbon
inhale the stars as one people we exhale
a single cry that is our lot
vis-à-vis the vast endless other
rather one another
warm, musky Friday nights
amour all around as it should be amour
lights, everywhere lights
gypsy jazz and a pack of Gitanes
i am jean Paul belmondo I scream from the water
startled bouquinistes and Dominique
et tout le monde est triste et ils me manquent
but my english is pretty good, just like your french, she said
I love you all – I once rode a carousel, the town square of Dijon
while an elderly couple sipped frothed coffee from lacquered cups
I watched the world gallop from atop an ancient horse
smelling the wind of the region in the cold turns
cakes and perfume, a calliope piping an old folk tune
Paris is a city of long horizons architected essentially such
I pray for peace, love, longevity, once again eternal lights
romance beneath an arch, a kiss along the Seine
an end to sorrow and hate –
yes the light is perfect here, I will paint so that nothing mars the light
the light is all that is essential, somehow I must grab the light and apply it
to the canvas, it comes in dots small points of hundreds of millions of color beads
that combine to give us all meaning all life it’s just color we’re all in the end
light
Chagall 2015
I fall in love
too often for I mistake sorrow
for the amorous
Perhaps it’s my sense
of being atop the chain
striving to deliver the lonely
their fair due
So I would die in your place
loving you more than myself
mistakenly standing
the world on its end
Chagall 2015
Life also brings rain
falls like a last hurrah
the hush before
the din thereafter
earth and soul part friends
one last look then fade
© Chagall 2015
I woke up to find that the scab over my mind
had softened from the night’s rains, leaving me
to remember vividly all that had happened;
at day’s end it has hardened over, so
I’m blissfully oblivious again.
© Chagall 2015
Old friends, sad hearts,
new ways and fresh starts,
seems the elements we lack
are starless nights and indigo,
blinking lights way up there,
people come then they go on-time,
reclined in seats, half-moon-bound flights,
wane gentle, then more, until no more.
I drink pekoe at night in the back;
in my cup I watch planets swirl.
© Chagall 2014
Heartache swells from below the heart
radiant concentric flutter
constant, lessening, or growing
intensity, makes its way up
the center of the chest, to touch the throat
lips then eyes, I cannot tell
through the mind to escape
vapor, wisps of could-have-been
loops back, mounts
again yet again
much like joy with a twist
not touching the extremities
just spirals to a void
© Chagall 2014
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