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chimaera Feb 4
sand castles
& autumn leaves,
bygones
on yester
& days never to come

- none of that.

but
to grow back
where to
you never belonged,

wordless,

'cause you see it
clearly, now,

- that forgettable,
erasable you.
deleteable,
not delectable.

oh terminators
of seek and hope...
04.02.2019
chimaera Jan 10
Early light in gold,
fresh hay in the dew gloss:
teardrop aquarelle,
outlining our hands' depart
as, still, i watch your sleep, quiet.
25.06.2015
Tanka [poets.org].
chimaera Dec 2018
the way you are
yourself

helplessly
definitely

self.made.fulness

although.­fulness.less

whatever.ish
22.05.2017
chimaera Dec 2018
a ghostly fog
wraps the night

- maybe spilled,
a full moon,
for the greyish light.

sometimes,
i wake up
and,
in the dark,
my body knows
- oh so exactly -
the place of
a once upon a time
home.

a hall way,
the switch,
each corner,
the places to everything.

umbilical chord
to a dead time.
18.12.2018
chimaera Nov 2018
The fall of the night.

A walk,
shades of fog,
scents of burning woods.

Winter is coming,
yes.

In my heart,
not a single line.

My singularity,
why have you deserted it?

Brushes of red goldness
devoured by a sky of dark.
27.11.2018
chimaera Jul 2018
my whole life
i lived here:

this shallow wind,
folding,
unfolding
wavy dunes,

an elusive
bloom
of sandy
swirls.

nights'dark
always drowns
in the silver
of glowing moons.

the warmth of days?

i do keep
saving it,

in bottles,

lost to
no longer
known address,

with its fireflies inside.
30.07.2018
chimaera Jun 2018
windless,
the night
roars,
slithering
in the dark,

brush strokes
of light
ripping
the world -


like an anguish
wipping your heart,
a tremor in your hands
unveiling a fear
unnamed.
22.06.2018
summer started bringing up stormy nights - the motive for these lines.
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