Best Chagall Poems

Captured sensitivity
     in an orb of solarity
  are these hours not what we live for?  
       we feel the sum of all things
   held delicately ~
    touch exquisite
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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...

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you can't resist my skin
      let me fall into my
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all movements sweep
              perpetual motion
   the moon swims towards me, then away
    we orbit this moment, nearer collision

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Cradle garden faithfully, free her petals. 
 Pluck bouquet and playfully tend her, kiss her.
  Praise her beauty soulfully - stem and fragrance.
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neural chaos looks like scratches 
the casual bystander may step back in horror
fearing a deadlock standoff
unaware every angle works perfectly 
    no one dies
I'm so confident ~
    I place the whole shebang next to glass 
nothing shatters or splinters
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though cut, nothing yet dies
life is full, fresh
enough to sustain weight
enough to envelope 
as we deceive/discover ourselves
believe there is no drop
despite that, the moon falls
obscures, rolls into/out of orbit/view 
becomes a part of me
lunar fascinate 
as inexplicably you love me
I've stolen the gravity of the...

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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...

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if I were a drop in the ocean
         you are the embrace of home -
   all-encompassing
            obliterating emptiness
   submerging and saving in...

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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...

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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...

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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  ...

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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’...

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I'm beside myself 
In a haze that some call 'rose tinted'
In a phase that others call 'seeing red'
In the photographers dark room, just looking over everything, nothing yet developed fully
Too much is spoiling as light floods in
I wanted to have it all figured out
I wanted...

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somewhere a thought is projected 
dappling on all present 
did it start inside my skull? I don't ask

but it bounces into a counter argument 
tussles start
all completely invisible to the naked eye

are invisible things real? of course
get some music in to heighten the moment
no one...

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