There at the end of
the garden are all of
the seasons’ lessons
to be learned
So let’s Us harvest
– for unless we harvest …
© Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: time
Like air
it’s everywhere
you breathe
Morning is life
as much as light
polishes
Now seems
to work best
at times
But i don’t know what
i don’t know – is it only
martini? (i could – as you suggest –
rhyme that with blini)
A kiss for any monday
appears on your lips
till our lips meet yet again tomorrow
How pregnant
the pause and i am
postpartum
Now indeed seems
to work best
all the time
© Chagall, 2016
The sounds of night
linger and stray
into morning
This is not
real light
I’m aware
Too faded
perhaps
too bright
Too soon
the day
breaks
The day
brakes
Time slows
I enumerate
each passing
thing
One by
one
I am lost
in implicate order
Purely
of my own design
© Chagall 2016
She waits.
Starlight
appears
now. Then
she cries
softly
alone.
Chagall 2016
Low-intensity
red stars
around us
everywhere
dim and unseen
The brightest
are fewer
but we see them
no matter how
far away
Yes they’re the first
to burn then fade
flickers at the rim
of time
Since Creation
there’s not
a smaller M-type star
that’s yet died
Chagall 2016
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
I retrace the line of
her handwritten note
to make me feel
she’s still here
Chagall 2016
One day long
ago I lived
with a senorita
who scored
clave-shaker
duets for money
From the window
I shouted
It appears as if
snow is starting
to fall!
She whispered dryly
Then let’s let it
Chagall 2016
Keep moving
we must follow
every drop of ray
must fall – alight
make truer yet
the glow of our skins
we are all
beautiful people
in sunset
tomorrows
wax deliciously
like sunrise – all new days
that’s what hope
looks like blind
faith keeps coming
long the day after
angle me so
I can watch
the last fade
of the light
Chagall 2016
She started to fall so
I tilted her back to the wall
– just so – that way her heart
wouldn’t break
Some water?
I offered
she gazed through me numbly
a beam between two pairs of eyes too deep
had nothing to hide
she proffered
Is it love
or affliction
she whispered
and isn’t it just
the truest of times?
Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 