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chimaera Oct 2020
birds.

remember?,
drawing them
against white skies,
two lines
graffited,
an awe
to the kids we were...?

i really
love birds,
their chirping a
winged colourway.

early morning,
a robin,
dark orange chest,
dead,
laying there,
on the door step.

i never remember
that birds do die
and their flight.
18.10.20
chimaera Oct 2020
words like

whispers,

wondering
hawlings
in the corners
of houses in ruins.

words
like whispers,
the turmoil
of an aphasia.

inner-body
experience.

slow motion.

whispers.

fireflies
blown out
by nightly fingertips.

knowing not
how to unknow.

words like
whispers.

words
silently shouting
in turmoil.
16.10.2020
chimaera Mar 2020
All is nothing,
we all come to know it,
hélas.

Truly hellish
when a nothing
becomes everything

in its senseless
wholeness,

the wave's,

splashing.

Emptiness,
though,
sandy like,
in and out.
08.03.2020
chimaera Oct 2019
for SVERRE G. HOLTER, min venn
[04.06.1979 - 08.08.2018]

the harsh crash
of ice,
mountain climber,

out of breath.

horizon:
the sky line,
rocked in a sea of still.

whole hearted
chant
of a viking:

thrive
and love.

a core.
forever.
*latin: "to the stars through adversity"

06/2019
chimaera May 2019
slimy moldy time

in the slum,
the slumber seclusion

dusts at dusk

blind,
blind and bound

the dark pound
misledly paints

water lilies
stained pains

a palette,
diluted
5.5.19
chimaera Feb 2019
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 2019
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].
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