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Certain songs I cannot sing,
conceived to cry, melodic 
intervals, melancholic chasms, 
lyrics left unsung like spoken word,
life's celebration cut short,
the foolishness of what we feel,
fragile undying compulsion
to love perchance to exist,

Just when the fun is starting,
comes the time for parting...

cc: Chagall 2022


At times, I miss the living
as much as those who've passed

cc: Chagall 2022

Beautiful Rotation

The heathered pink and blue of
this dying winter's day, reminds me
joy is tinged with sadness, 
while love and sorrow be
a singularity

How the trees' wood turns golden 
in the gloaming!

We of the canopy there
in the dying light, hereby...

Stripped branches like veins
reach to the indigo, 
as much above ground now
as rooted below

Stars be our blanket,
protect us from the wind
till dewy 'morrow

cc: Chagall 2022 

The Curl

I've a fleeting memory of
having once been prescient of
this very moment, long ago
imagining myself one day 
thinking back.  

cc: Chagall 2022

Then What?

I enjoy the time
between now and then

especially when
then is far off

I tuck comfortably
inside the early days

a small curl of cozy time
where my mind dreams
big things

or better yet,
dreams nothing

when then is near, as now,
I drag moments out

with each beat within a breath I rotate
to see all that has been
until now

and I am forever
on the verge

cc: Chagall 2021

All, All The Time

I imagined once I would be here,
as surely as I remember that day 
now, there upon a time yet living

cc: Chagall 2021

Return to Sender

I retrace the lines of your handwritten letters
and imagine you once sitting there

I see what you saw as the ink flows cursively
from your heart, to your head, to your hand, to the paper,
now yellow and cracked where your fingers run the length
of the folded seams; it seems only yesterday or a lifetime ago

a small water stain outside the margin, 
perhaps a drip from a teacup that day
that missed your lips and fell, to be absorbed

or maybe a tear

I wish I'd saved the envelope
that held the missive close in hand,
the flap and stamp that touched your tongue,
a return address where no one lives today

at least no one I know

cc: Chagall 2021


on the scale of it all
we are nearer the end
of the smallest of things

cc: Chagall 2021

Least of All, Time

Where do the young go,
do they frolic in a new field 
warmed by an old sun,
or in aged meadows lit by now?

Everything dies, sheds skins,
to give way to the moment

Once swayed by the song,
the length of the body in dance
presses on, listens for the rhythm,
hums along 

until the tempos change

And watch as if outside-in,
themselves a third party,
a single heart

From the rise that emerges there in the lowlands,
amid the mist and the faces, an outstretched hand,
a single smile, a breath, a curl, a lash, a cool smooth cheek

The incredible sensation, the surround of loving arms,
the perfect nestle of neck in neck, a race to all that is good

was once good

I know now
that blue continues
long after the eyes are gone

cc: Chagall 2021

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

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