Tag Archive: words


2 to 1 to 0 to 1 to 2

I search for the source, a vantage point
over which I hover to resonate, in order
to speak with alacrity, honored to be
the medium, the clarion voice,
le trompettiste; I flow and so
I’m a flower, a steady stream
of warm words awash in your ear,
the storm before the quell,
not merely a silent hour,
an end to separation,
a prelude to the loss
of the throb.

© Chagall ∞

A Poet By Any Other Tongue

My love poem to you has been translated
by one from your land and language. It says:
My major organs leap from their confines to enable
coexisting in the same ethereal space as your exultations.
Clearly the word was intended to be “exhalations.”

© Chagall ∞

Quick Convey

The procession begins,
mere letters shape form
from void, become benign
shapes we call words,
to beget concept.

Me?
I’m happy
right here.

© Chagall 2016

The Birth of Word

Please accept this filament fine,
as I spun it just for you.

The silk that silk envies weaves
a gentle lattice about nothing.

No breeze stirs you suspended
on girders above trip-wire.

Speak! cries out in need
to fill space.

At the end, even now
we can still hear it echo.

© Chagall 2016

Talkin’ About You Again

A word, a blank page no more;
this is where couplets end.

From hereon in
strange waters.

The next view must speak louder
than nothing – if not, why bother?

Pictures are an option
just not here.

Help me to pluck ideas
from all these implicit ellipses.

Chagall 2016

First, Stretch

Have you considered recently
refurbishing your haberdashery
or buying a brand-new commode, maybe armoire?

Some words must be paired
as fine wines vis-à-vis
fish or chicken.

Grassy, picked too young –
this one’s a hint of chocolate.

Barring any unforeseen outcomes
I’ll bet the barista falls madly in love
long before we reach five stanzas.

Chagall 2016

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