Best Chagall Poems
I ache for an esoteric escape ~
to relearn the unwritten rhythm,
lost in the gravity
of your gossamer gaze,
where the sun
no longer dawns
as a sinister star ~
and the dust
of monsoon skies
rains soulful sonatas,
while mellifluous mists
merge with silence,
to paint
a porcelain portrait
that feels like forever ~
not merely
a picturesque prison,
but a place that houses love,
beyond uncertainties
framed in fear…
but now we meet and muse
in the realm of garnet gravels,
a dream delicately composed
in roseate reverie
where this becomes
more than a portrait,
a poem woven with patience,
when heavy is the past
that
pushes, pulls,
presses ~
while leaves sigh and
drift through skies of
autumnal elegance…
I surrender to your balmy blues
the ocean-deep devotion.
I long to devour and remain
consumed
amidst the
boulevard of divine doves
a field of freedom
until every evening
envelops our thoughts
with tender teal ~ timelessness
and soul-prints pulse
and glimmer
tracing twilight’s melodies
like silk-laced stars
spinning through
the cashmere cadence
of everlasting Eden…
I sit in scarlet-slashed silence
refusing to permit the
piercing dark
to stain the sky with ugliness ~
so forgive the
receptors of resilient rectangles;
I witness smoke of confusion
drifting through
a distorted perspective
while ink bleeds
3 a.m. across the caffeinated canvas
where crimson
crowns blurred
borders of boundaries,
leaving no room for twisted tales
to tamper and tweak the truth
of a mind devoted to
peace and poetry ~
while the host of hostility
bereft of humility
plots to curate cortisol
forked within
the silverware of spite
let not the hurt ~
O inverted intruder
teach the bruised blade
to talk in textures
that could trigger
a tormented tornado
beneath ice-cold nails
as karma follows
the feline eyes
of cruel consequences
to your doorstep
I chose to be the current
flowing above unapologetic roses
no longer seeking
validation nor sagas
spoken soundlessly to the stars
I mark the withering
of wickedness
and woeful words
to embrace the
light of Heaven’s house ~
the ultimate ultraviolet
dripping from the
hands of hope
read me as I reweave
a valley of awakened dreams
where desires
spell themselves
in deep blues of devotion
nevermore vainly vulnerable ~
amidst the geography
of gilded grace
crossing the length of my limbs
until I arrive
at a guiltless lane of immutable love…
It’s half past three.
I am fully awake ~
but I am neither
an insomniac nor a sleeper,
merely a word-dreamer
in love with Poetry ...
Cradle garden faithfully, free her petals.
Pluck bouquet and playfully tend her, kiss her.
Praise her beauty soulfully - stem and fragrance.
~ Whirligig love her.
The crescent moon and sunlight consumed by the moon’s fullness.
The violin violates the quiet and quaint acquaintance of an eyeful.
The cow, with its rudimentary cuds, could only curse the night.
The bull will not croon its lullaby; he & his Bessy will not take flight.
It’s a circus, peculiar, not meant for sleeping babes in arms.
Infants blink black and white; Chagall’s kaleidoscope alarms.
The angels halt their silent night chorus to weigh in on Bach.
The strum of strings stuck to the ooey-gooey moon ad hoc.
A strange night, indeed, with flying fish - I thrice had that dream.
Marc and Bella sail over the circus-clouds with weathered extreme.
I shall fix upon a romance, most of us stay grounded, perhaps
One leg lifts the skirt, and perhaps the armored chap in lapse
Of selfishness, shows his shining sword, promises to protect
His girlfriend, his bride forevermore with a diamond affect.
Marc and Bella don’t look down to see who’s looking up.
While couples fight for a win, they won’t give up their loving cup.
Exploration of intensity and quadrants, amused in edenic perennial.
Chagall’s, are the canvases I would inhabit. It’ll take a millennial.
Death of Bella
Holding each other's hands
They were flying like birds
A tiny town below was softly glowing
Under the moon, love was overflowing
Mark whispered to her gently
“I’ll certainly never leave you ”
In the room with a bouquet
Joy springs from a cheerful minuet
His head suddenly turned upside-down
Everything was torn down
The Death of Bella caused his distress
Love was expected to be endless
Indescribable sorrow to be expressed
Unimaginable sadness was addressed
But Mark turned his unbearable sadness
into valuable masterpieces
which are more precious than pearls.
27th April 2017
An Undying Love: “Around Her” by Marc Chagall
http://blog.sevenponds.com/soulful-expressions/an-undying-love-around-her-by-marc-chagall
CHAGALL EKPHRASIS
A fantasist,alive upon canvas,surreal
and yet..so very real his love-for her-
not concealed.There..floating for all
to see..childlike, innocence his lady
in white,for us to wonder..and delight
Inspired by Chagall’s ‘Lady in White’
KLIMT EKPHRASIS
A kiss,Klimt’s symbol of love nouveau,
suggestive rather than descriptive,yet
of time immemorial.Love upon a cloud
of gold,lost in that moment where time
does not exist.One with the other,alone
and yet..desire..and need in love’s power
then to exist.
Inspired by Klimt’s ‘The Kiss’
Listen to me recite these ekphrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Le Cirque Bleu
The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze
flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease
A fantasist
alive
upon canvas
surreal
yet..
so very real
his love-for her
not
concealed
there..
floating
for all
to see..
childlike
innocent
his lady
in white
a wonder..
& delight
a tribute inspired by Chagall’s ‘Lady in White’
Music pierces where words escape every mood a tune a hearts embrace
Peril looms yet the artist shows a relaxed state over the city.
Looked back from whence they came, escaping, unfollowed, over the city.
Solitude no more, she’s his prize to carry off over the city.
Light-beam captives dream,
Two betrothed angels with rainbows in flight
Amidst the heavenly crossroads that gleam
For earthly lovers who once delighted
Long before their hearts were blighted
With straying affections traveling in beams
The two would forever be united
In travel where the speed of light now reigns
Their essence flows in tidal creams
Their love will grow forever requited
He has his own, ancient family bloodstream
That flows onward with tearful flames in flight
With them she’s never accommodated
Rather, abruptly whisked away in airstreams
Up into the oceans that predated
Pipedreams on the crossroads, brightly gleaming
Upon lovers’ beds, they’ll be an eternal team
Of nascent ideas out-dated
Their love for eternal jet beams and streams
Their white flight into night, once delighted
No need to think of Chagall’s past art themes
When the past cannot be reignited
And only lovers fly as particle beams
Forgiving those who cruelly blighted
Their union forever ignited
marc chagall's equestrienne
don't eat that violin
painted in 1933
like something dreamt
strange&mysterious
chagall's imagination
full of color&movement
a celebration of paints
strange images
a horse eating a violin
dreamlike vision
melancholy&delightful
emotional& poetic
some ridiculed it
he kept painting
&became famous
My heart was yours, and yours was mine-
etched until death by our wedding vows.
angels live in his mind lovers and flowers in a garden bright blue . . .
there is a never after
where words are lost
and colours fade
but perhaps we won't let go ~
in dreams and voices
there will be one more story from me
you'll be attentive
one last time
yet the tips of my fingers
slip from grasp
and all I ever wish for stills
I watch the earth spin
confused as to who is letting go
in this here and now
~ balance from the moon ~
a momentary turn
no one falls away
all lay softly
sound asleep
heartbeats become the dream
pictures ink into night skies
one thousand and one times
existing as permanently
as a memory feels
when last times
were just yesterday