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chimaera Jan 2015
the unwise sigh in my eyes dyes the skies*

in your eyes
i dive

my prize
all the skies

in silky ties
i fly i rise

i improvise
unwise

and revise
that high

who cries
in the height
of that sigh?

not my i's

your eyes, aye,
without my dyes
10.1.2015
Inspired by S Creeker challenge "eye rhyme in nine": http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1030798/eye-rhyme-nine/
chimaera Jan 2015
the unwise sigh in my eyes dyes the skies
9.1.2015
For S Creeker challenge: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1030798/eye-rhyme-nine/
chimaera Jan 2015
Today
a kid died.

No
noticeable
issues
what so ever.

Maybe
a silenced
unbearable
ache

laying
hidden
behind a most
beautiful smile.

None of us
could have
foretell it.

The kid
took his life.
8.1.2015
[most sadly, a true event...]
*Miserere pueri* - have mercy on the children
upon the expression
*Miserere mei, Deus*, Latin for "Have mercy on me, O God"
chimaera Jan 2015
À nouveau
je marche
les yeux baissés
je me cache

À nouveau
je demeure
immobile
au bord du fleuve

Cette fois
je suis sûre
de ce que je refuse

Cette fois
je connais
le goût
de l'horizon

Et à nouveau
je le refuse.
7.1.2015
chimaera Jan 2015
Oh, blessed wisdom
that led the sages' path,
for it was theirs the bliss
of reaching the living idea,
on flesh and bone human like.

Oh, how seldom
men are granted
such a prize!

So I wonder
whose hand led my path,
of wisdom so unlike,
so sinfully unbeliever
of what could be,

for I have seen
the love I dreamed of
and secretively drank
from the mead that was
not mine to take.

So I wonder
whose hand led my path
and keeps me here,
gazing from a distance,
imposing me to run away
if he said he loved me...
6.1.2015
Inspired by the religious motives of the three wise men and the holly graal, and also by the song "I don't know how to love him", by Mary Magdalene's character, in "Jesus Christ superstar" (1973) [see line in italic].
chimaera Jan 2015
entered alone
the empty room

a tree
in a vibrant autumnal
gold
flooding the window

a morning mist
foreclosing the valley

and there
suspended
that golden
radiant tree

a baroque shrine
lit for love psalms
5.1.2015
About the title choice: I do know quite a number of windows facing only walls...
chimaera Jan 2015
Mother,
you carried me
into life

and now

you carry me

dead

for all your eternity.

Mother,
I love life
and I bless your heart
for I knew the bliss
of your unconditional love.

Mother,
you cry
and you bleed

and I

can not help you.

Mother,
I know
the day I died
you tried

oh so desperately

to breathe life
into my lungs

and that moment
you attached yourself
to the anchor of my death.

Mother.

I know you miss me.
I know it is not fair.
I know you love me.

Please,
mother,
live,
carry me forever
out
into the sun
of your loving
my brothers

as you love me.

And, mother,
do know
that your love
would have grown me
into the man
you dreamed of.

I love you.
4.1.2015
The title is a reference to Michelangelo's statue.
The poem is a humble tribute to a most dear friend whose son died suddenly; he had just turned fourteen and died on the third day of last february. Her grief is beyond imagination.
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