Best Marc Chagall Poems

all movements sweep
              perpetual motion
   the moon swims towards me,...

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In vertigo of night, in their riddled trance 
Boldness of petals melt on washed-out shades,
As faces etch a quiet gloom in varied hues
Capturing splashed oil,...

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INFLUENCE OF CHAGALL

Cradle garden faithfully, free her petals. 
 Pluck bouquet and playfully tend her, kiss her.
  Praise her beauty soulfully - stem and...

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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...

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He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.

An Ekphrasis in lanterne  sequence on Marc Chagall...

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Life
is a
circus act-
Where animals
dance,
a
world of
fantasy
in whick lovers
fly.

Ekphrasis/tribute to art of Marc Chagall...

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repost inspired by my latest contest

Bella

He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.

An Ekphrasis in lanterne  sequence on the famous painting by Marc Chagall...

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Bella
He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.

An Ekphrasis in lanterne  sequence on Marc Chagall
2.
FLAMING JUNE an ekphrasis
A
flimsy
negligee
betrays her round
shape-
an
honest
innocence
in becalmed deep
sleep.

After Frederick Leighton
3.
PERCEPTIONS
The
painter
creates...

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Marc Chagall-
            love stories in paint...

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Feint faint "Fake" no nor'easter

If putsch comes to shove,
aye ain't no doggone fraidy cat
nor chicken little
fearing coup d'état,
yours truly simply
risk averse, and more exact,
he stays...

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fiddler’s overture
falls on roof ~
Chagall’s surveillance

6/23/2018
Magicicada 13 - Mind and Body

Poet’s Note - A tree fell on my house thus the inspiration for this poem.

Marc...

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Inspired by the painting The Poet Reclining, by Marc Chagall 1915

Viewing the painting will support making sense of the images in the poem. The painting...

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I'm back.
Stood in from of the Marc Chagall 
That is quietly across the road

I don't know what else is quietly sitting just out of my...

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I walked across the road
Defiantly strode
Arrived somewhere else
To be alone with myself
It's strange that's how I like to be
When I'm definitively not a fan of...

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My First poem posted here May 2007 was  an enigmatic Lanterne

Viduage

Tall
nettles-
the dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed.

My First ekphrasis (poem no 2 here ) BELLA

Bella

He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.

An Ekphrasis in lanterne  sequence on Marc Chagall

MY FIRST POEM I EVER WROTE poem no 3 here. a favoured form  AN ALLITERATION

Connections
Confront,clash,collide
COMBAT !
Cold shoulder,chill,cool
CUT-OFF !
Cry,crave,collect
CALL-ON !
Constant,compassion,consider
CHARITY !
Confer,commune,converse
COMMUNICATE !
Convene,concert,consensus
CONCORD !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !

MY FIRST IMAGIST POEM -REFLECTIONS

Reflections

Deep into the pool
A blue moon,ephemeral,
Below white-coated peaks,
Bleak and surreal,
The transient image too soon
Dissolves,and ripples into space,
As water though my grasp.

MY FIRST CINQUAIN (after Adelaide Crapsey)

Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast

MY FIRST HIKU

On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Raindrops fill the air

MY FIRST TANKA- BREAKING UP

apart again
crestfallen within
my longing persists-
we dis-engage
into parallel lives

FIRST FOOTLE Jan 2009 (Plural footles never really appealed- I stil!l prefer my original creation)

Footle-Bonnie & Clyde

too snide

both died

MY FIRST(& Only PRIZE WINNER POEM )(75$ iN THOSE Soup  DAYS OF 2007)

ELEVEN :ELEVEN: ELEVEN

Chill breath of autumn
Sears the poppy scarlet red,
On his memory'd cenotaph.

Tears trickle in the furrowed
Faces of young comrades
.....now long dead

MY FIRST OPEN FORM

CONCEPTION
Standing
as in a dream
            bemused
in my private world
alone

and yet surrounded
by others

                thoughts
read
digested
and considered


waiting
listening then
             writing
my verse
I awake,content

until the next
time

( Year Posted 2012) OPEN VERSE using...

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