29.1.22 Inherit Wings

Over the town, 1918 Chagall.
Over the town, 1918 Marc Chagall.   Public Domain USA

INHERIT WINGS

they woke entangled in
pale light over pine and church.
dew lingering on her lips,
and scripture clinging
on clergy tongues.

The world is full of short sunrises and quick loving, but what will you do when dreams poke through like weeds …

this fragile air,
this paradise.
cloudless as generosity.
and they soared over their weeds,
and inherited wings.


Over the town, 1918 by Chagall. Fair Use/Public Domain USA. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter

8 responses to “29.1.22 Inherit Wings”

  1. some fabulous lines in this! like cloudless as generosity and the prose line in the middle and scripture clinging on clergy tongues. But I can’t help thinking… amazing what weed will do for one. 😉

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    1. I’m not a fan of Chagall. His images infiltrate my sleep, but that painting seemed to express what I was writing. 😁 … And oddly, I’ve never tried it. 😂

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      1. You wrote and then found the image? Amazing!!! I thought you must’ve written to the image. I’ve never tried it either. 😀 But I will never forget the bubble of a boyfriend’s bong. LOL. The alliteration in that really is quite poetic.

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        1. Yes, write and then go hunting for images. I actually prefer finding images more than writing. 😂

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  2. Worms has already picked out the stand out lines in this marvelous piece. Enough said, I think.🙂

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  3. Love Chagall, love the image of the dreams as weeds. Outstanding, Misky.

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