I’m learning new words
Such beautiful languages
All my friends have spoke
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: spirit
That which is unspeakable
indeed is the perfect poem.
© Chagall 2015
March 14, 2015, 9:26 and 53 seconds, a.m. and p.m.,
pi will be represented to 10 digits: 3.141592653.
Bah! I say. Why stop at mere seconds? Let’s decompose further
Beyond to deci centi milli micro nano pico femto atto zepto yocto
Sub-divisions of seconds, touch all of pi’s digits: infinity resides in the moment
© Chagall 2015
I miss her always
She’s approximately now
One single light year
© Chagall 2015
At the stop sign
in the tinted glass
of the hatchback
before me, reflections
of eagles flying
until the small blue
import in front proceeds,
leaving me next, alone
at the corner. I crane
to gaze out my sunroof,
a final glimpse of echelon.
© Chagall 2015
Contrary to popular belief
there is no collective
against my best intuition
there’s no I
despite what you think
thin air
where the pied balloons
of lost children
rise
the only thing
that’s real
© Chagall 2013
It’s colder now
than it was July
I’ve never been here
in the morning
in the air
just a little less magic
than the fine smoke
from the chimneys down there
where I’ve passed
through without cause to hover
or idle
or ever belong
but I breathe
and I know
the cold
tells me so
in steam
and labored pants
atop this hill
I watch the Main Line wake
break the day
in a prayer by the river
I will keep this fast
I will go down slow
I will revel
in my longing
© Carlos Chagall. 2013
Please see this related post Main Line PA
I hate when they ask
you to write your own obit.
Sure, get me to do your dirty work,
rub my own nose in it
while I’m at it!
I will answer a different question,
rewrite the game, beat a different drum.
Instead of what I did,
I will enumerate all that I did not,
publish that as a logia of anthos.
My final wish?
To be cremated, then reassembled.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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