Absent hypothetical lichens
perhaps have Tourettes … unlikely.
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Tag Archive: wordplay
We would meet up and lose our minds together.
You could say we had a cata-platonic relationship.
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My enjambement is intended to make
make you stutter, step a-
round stuff, leap …
stick
the landing.
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I have certainly been less legato of late,
still I’m not quite yet pizzicato.
© Chagall 2017
Felt not right, so I left.
© Chagall 2017
Snow, an extended heaven-sent sigh
expresses its passion as a function
of the angle of its fall; precipitation
begat and chilled by the wind, a fluttery
jitterbug afoot overhead. My scarf wraps
twice to warm me, beguiled amid words that
form between flakes, they speak you know –
to warn me there just ahead is a hand
reaches out to embrace but the space between,
the chasm divide is too great, still we blow,
still we fall to the ground, a powder, a mist
slowly wisps away in time, nestled deep in the throes,
in our throwaway wraparound world we propel ourselves
deeper each time we fall, backwards off-stage I trust
you’ll catch me never let me fall,
I would break along dotted lines …
snow from afar
each little star
is snow.
© Chagall 2017
Today while reading Figure and Ground, I highlight
passages that I do not want to remember.
© Chagall 2017
Be on with it. Nothing to see here. Move along.
© Chagall 2016
She had a snood for every mood, a cowl for each scowl
Though she rarely employed a scarf or dickey
© Chagall 2016
One wonders why
two people will fret over the utterance of
three syllables
for naught.
© Chagall 2016
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