Barely fingertips
Two hearts well to carve moments
Spied till curves straighten
Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: time
Life is a string of goodbyes
so longs for now
without interim hellos
I leave behind all who I’ve been
for the sake of who I become
with each parting embrace
Richer for the memory I mine
to uncover the nuggets
which fund my perspective
Absolutely
we’ll get together
Forgetfulness –
a life-shaping quality
Chagall 2015
Sunday early eve
eastern standard
time
Her parents are old
but still alive
and mine are still
quite dead
We both hang on
we four
Plus others within
our gravity
We call
family
Our love traces
many roots
to get here
We are leaves, we are buds
on a tree growing
Sunday early eve
eastern standard
time
Chagall 2015
She passed, the lady
who crocheted scarves
for favorite toys
Stuffed pandas sported
lilacs and greens
snug against cold
muffled happy in sound
wool splendor
Her nieces and nephews
all loved her
lined up like urchins
in top hat and dragging tails
Life cleaves carved
runners in the snow
they fade behind
or loom before
who is certain
in the blur
crinkle of snowfall
a solitary bell
She nods, beckons
Godspeed, good night
clutching her bag of yarns
Chagall 2015
And when he leaves she finds small gifts
tucked away, odd corners
nonpareils
cherries
bittersweet sandies
Chagall 2015
Intrigued, I asked her
could I peek behind the veil.
She obliged.
I’ve been immobile
since.
Condemned
to a single thought.
Intrigued, I had asked her.
Chagall 2015
A shooting star
twilit celestial filaments
across my lashes no longer than half-an-inch
yet up there the fantail of light
is twice many billion miles
nearer than your lips and heart
to mine.
We caress at time’s edge
under corona, or maybe it’s umbra
but who’s to say?
Steady pulse
of shade to light
shadow to crown and
you to rain.
We are leaves invert
we are tips of roots
we are that from which all is derived
we are constellations.
We have begat
the universe
that which is
out there
is small.
Chagall 2015
I thought I’d express it all in one breath
simply stream out all thoughts sans stops
But I faltered and fell on my face again
seems the usual fare these days
Spare a trifle my friend for a stanza or two
there I go again – nursery rhymes
Half the time I search for
the next time; absent yet deeply
not there
God, there’s ice chips everywhere!
Chagall 2015
I love Friday nights
I think they deserve
more than their 14%
weekly allotment
Chagall 2015
I open the door
eddies of leaf tornadoes
dry swept streamers
pirouette
somewhere rain falls
warm
inside the chill
breathing
Chagall 2015
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