Long Marc chagall Poems

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
why hiku ?

HAIKU means  the ' phonetical&cultural original 'in Japanese'

whereas HIKU

is the English language version(including translations)with similar economy of words without "telling all" thereby to ' show ' (conforming to the key to...

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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 sequestered
within these four walls,
cuz tis safest inside this flat
always... mein...

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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 eyeline

Whether wraparound sentences are indeed my friend

Where am I again?...

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Look at her again, being out of the ordinary 
No one needs that, eyes down til it passes

You too, despite your centre stage position 
You're looking to the heavens
But you have nothing to hold onto
That...

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you can't resist my skin
      let me fall into my
                    ...

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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?...

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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, neutral and bright
While I gaze longingly at a portrait…
Man and...

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all movements sweep
              perpetual motion
   the moon swims towards me, then away
    we orbit this moment, nearer...

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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...

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1
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 the
appearance of
things-
we
thereby
see each of
them in a new
light.

An ekphrasis after Kirchner
4.
REVELATION
Drop
by
drop-
into...

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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...

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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 was done during the painters honeymoon as the First World...

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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...

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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 me
But I went inside
Advised I must hide
The packet of chocolate...

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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...

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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...

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White is placed last, just as dark is first
It's vision through glass it is not a curse
Is there value in stillness? I'm glad you asked 
Just as dark is first, white is placed last

Are the...

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Ever sunk so low that mellow hits
Your dreams cascade directly from the sky 
Cavities of the underground cushion
The world splits into primary colours
Stretching of limbs a forever of blissful
Everything arches
Towns slink away to rest untroublingly...

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if I were a drop in the ocean
         you are the embrace of home -
   all-encompassing
         ...

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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...

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