#chagall
Angels make the bouquets
I see as I thumb through this Chagall book
life is served on a bed of blue sky
aspirations made of soft shells
like molting *****
these flowers bloom risking penury
to offer a glimpse of eternity
make themselves windows of the blooming tree
a prism in a subjective room
they chose their lives in alternative
and reflect themselves as canals of rainbows
I sip a glass of wine and ponder this page
the museums of silken selves the artist left for us
Chagall painted old age so devoid of color
and vitality
because he knew as we age
we empty our imaginations
into the angels
who then arrive
holding flowers
for the young
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC