
through graying skies you and I sit content gazing upon the sole world we will ever know as white powdered drifts surround us covering our faces and tongues tearfilled eyes a delicate symphony
we linger in this time you and your funky chicken, me with my floral schemes and dream of the other whither this is now or tomorrow
we dream on
this is not a timeless time or an endless end but a now as present as here with no pending issues to stop us from this breath, this intake of life
our time in now and we are together
moving flowing faster still
hands swelling as backs bend clicking heels we hardly catch our breaths
one day you will sit alone for a while or will it be me? one of us will wait with cool delicate fingers and closed eyes
our immediate most precious moment white powdered snow in the sun
timeless and forever

paintings by marc chagall
top: "rooster"
bottom: "bridges over the seine"


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(happy festivalling in the snow!)
"one day you will sit alone for a while or will it be me? one of us will wait with cool delicate fingers and closed eyes" Oh, such feelings of love and loss! Live for today - so beautifully expressed.
R
and I'd steal his imagery if I could figure a way to without looking like a dork.
thank you Donna. the snow today is a surprise. snow always takes me by surprise in the emotions it creates in me. I love it so much. again, thank you.
Ps I gotta go over to your blog and ask what you thought of last nights speech.
this is a day of thinking of the now and then
lovely
thank you.
outside,
mr whomever has no doubt read. he keeps tabs on my lunacys. he leaves gifts for my birthday festival, so I write monkey love songs. quid pro quo.
walkaway,
yes, i think so. i think we got lucky this time around. thank you.
thats sweet. thank you.
anne,
love chagall too and I'm glad you liked my poem!
validating lov,
well, I try (sometimes I can't either). maybe next time. thank you for stopping by!
thank you.***