Tag Archive: time


In A Yellow Mood

Better days will come, my friend,
at least that's what they say,
and we will rejoice at their dawn.

The lost along the way
are strewn along the petaled path we spy, 
spirals into the hidden curve behind us.

Before us the road well-hidden
still bends there in the undergrowth.

Moments turn to hours, goodnight turns to morrow...

And way has led to way as has been told, 
and years and years from now, we -

We will tell tales of a time 
when better days lay ahead.

cc: Chagall 2021

So Sorry, Seurat

as a pointillist I dabble in implication,
you infer sky and water from dots I render

the eyes' sweet surrender
to that which is not 

I touch the blue by the sky inside you,
provoke the memory of dappled green

whorls of afternoon sun diffract lazily 
off the pond reflecting nearby reindeer lichen

you the viewer 
are yourself 

once again
twice stippled

cc: Carlos 2021




…If I Want To

the balloon from your party
still holds its helium
long after
you're
gone

it bobs there yet
in the ceiling
corner

its long rainbow tassel
a curlicue of color

in time it will slide down the wall
without promise of rising 
anymore

all the best wishes of the day
flattened and peeling

inert

cc: Chagall 2021



In Echelon

Come with me!

I know a place where
there are updrafts still

You can catch your wings
and soar

Icy blue winds
near the edge of horizons

Very thin air
so easy to breathe

So little remaining

cc: Chagall 2021

The Last Aloft

there it is,
that distinct aroma

a wind of the past

a breeze 
of the gone 

a flash of laughter
once, now lost

somewhere in the deluge,
somewhere in the design

supine
on the detritus

a back-float
on time ethereal

buoyant, 
I fall from a rooftop

farewell,
receding sky

welcome home
whispers the blue 

cc: Chagall 2021


I am cold tall pine
Terns bank away in echelon
God braces mid-air

Chagall 2019

 

on writing on

sometimes I re-read things i once wrote and at first
thought they are grammatically wrong until i realize what it was i meant

Chagall 2017

The birds around my home are slower than norm
There is less urgency because of the love and abundance of riches here

Chagall 2017

Cyan – A Cherita

I sometimes forget

who I am
supposed to be

until a prized wind
raises the scent of rain
off of mossy rock to me

©∞Chagall 2017

Please know that every cherita I will ever write
will be inspired by Celestine @ Reading Pleasure

Alas, so very few of my cheritae will ever be as good as hers. 🙂

Love & Peace —CC

Befell

What is there
after you’ve flown?

Where are you
once you touched down?

Careful there on the ledge,
perhaps you’ll not fly again.

How sad to have flown
for the last time.

When up is down
to fall is to fly.

How joyous to have
flown at all.

I’d have thought
clouds to be harder.

I invert when I fly
for I am the sky.

So inwardly
I fall.

Alight on soft pockets
of air.

Dust
on air.

I pray while
I fall.

The whole planet
is falling.

We spin and we turn and
we tilt and we yaw.

The earth rushes to us
once befallen.

© Chagall ∞

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