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chimaera Aug 2016
splintered night,
the thorn tree
of stars,
all falling.

hours
of broken glass.
20.08.2016
chimaera Aug 2016
ma voix s'étrangle.

les eus toujours,
les crayons de couleurs,
maladroite
en matière de dessin.

carrefour.
quelle sortie prendre?

la mer.
le silence m'apprivoise.

les cris des oiseaux de mer.

mes crayons de couleurs,
maladroits.

~~~
(Translation...)

strangled voice, mine.

always had them,
the colouring pencils,
unskilful
in drawing.

crossroads.
wich way to follow?

the sea.
silence takes hold of me.

the seagulls cry.

my colouring pencils,
unskilful.
05.08.2016
[In Greek mythology, Hesperus is the Evening Star, the planet Venus in the evening. (In en.m.wikipedia.org)]
chimaera Jun 2016
fighting
impenetrability:

whys,
whatfors.

working hard
in a garden's recovery.

weeding.

endlessly.

no use.
21.06.16
chimaera Jun 2016
take me

to dance

barefoot,
on the sand

dionysian,
the fire

take
me
17.06.16
  Jun 2016 chimaera
Sjr1000
Little synchronicites
We all know 'em
When we see 'em

She went to school with him
He dated your best friend
Your friend's
Mother dated his father

And when I was drunk
I t'***** his daughter

Little synchronicites
Like a ***** and an egg

If he hadn't spilled
that wine on the
white duvet
taking forty-five minutes
to clean it up

You wouldn't have been conceived
and that, my friend,
would have been that.

That's the little synchronicites

The apartment coming up just as your being evicted

The cancer of your friend
Was treated by the doctor
who owes you
many amends

Little synchronicites
Always right on time
Never too late
Never to early or too soon

Some call it fate
Some call it coincidence
Some call it destiny
Some call it
God's will or the Ajustment Bureau
Some say
Everything happens for a reason

All I know
is
The little synchronicites
Poppin' in Poppin' out
like a Higgs Boson
Startling the mind
And
Moving On.
chimaera Jun 2016
Ah, to be like
a twinkling star!

You are
no longer there,
outgrew
the waiting,
poured the
wishing.

**** it.
No dream catchers
nowadays.
10.06.2016
chimaera Jun 2016
How to paint the wind?

A distant cry,
the wave of a willow?

The vortex of void,
silencing pain?

The bliss of a breeze,
the fairy touch of hope?

The scent of destruction?
An adventurous flavour?

Ah...!

The swallows are dying
in the redness of leaves.
2.6.16
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