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Jul 2021 chimaera

Brett

Even when the days, are the darkest shade of ash and gray
I’ll find my way
                          Even when black holes, swallow up my summer sun
                          I’ll never run
Even when winding roads, leave me lost and all alone
I’ll always find my way back home
                          Even when my veins, are coursing with numbing pain
                          I’ll never forget my name
Even when love, is emptied dry from my cup
I’ll raise it to the rain, and watch the world fill it up again

#strength #love #hope #hearts #live #life #happy #sad

Jul 2021 chimaera

Road going nowhere

Jul 2021 chimaera

wouldn't you like to know

Road going nowhere

Traveling along this lonely road
This endless flat terrain
Going forward
step by step
but getting nowhere
So why?
I ask
to the darkening clouds above me
Why do I take this road
The road walked by none
none other than me
I wish I could find
This place where I'm going
But this road never ends
never turns
never bends
So why?
I ask once again
Why do I take this road
*This road leading nowhere.

The poem about lost and found...

Jul 2021 chimaera

voodoo doll heart

Jul 2021 chimaera

Arlo Disarray

voodoo doll heart

I've unwound my crooked spine
and forced it into a straight line
Planted my feet in the ground
and grew a whole new world for you

I've choked down a thousand perfect words
and left them stuffed into my throat
Almost impossible to breathe
And then on top of that, I smoke
Covering the metaphors with tar
And coating my lungs in a joke

A time or ten
I've lost a friend
To overdose, to suicide, to car wrecks
Death sneaks around on silent toes
Remaining in the shadows of the things we'll never know
And life is just over
Before you even know it, there is nothing
And no one
And nowhere left to go
that you haven't already been

I've been stung a hundred times
by the spines of porcupines
Or so it seems
as my voodoo doll heart
falls apart
from an overabundance of pins
and a lack of sturdy thread

#love #depression #pain #alone

Jul 2021 chimaera

My Shoebox of Scraps

Jul 2021 chimaera

Richard Grahn

My Shoebox of Scraps

A writer writes…
so that’s what I do.

Not that I must
But it’s the right thing to do.

It’s not always easy
to lay down a line
on a small scrap of paper
that’s so hard to find.

Expressive nouns and passionate verbs
they assault my brain and
take me away.

There’s no way to dictate them
out on a page.
So I write them all down
any place that I can.

While at the bar,
a napkin will do.
Or in my car,
a matchbook or two.
A Post-It will get me by
in a pinch.
Or any other paper
I’m happy to find.

And into my shoebox
I tucked them away.

I laid them right there
for another day.

Occasionally I’d come back
to see what they say.
Reading them over
again and again.

Into my brain,
that's where they have gone.
Stuck in my mind
for a decade or more.

The shoebox is gone now
from so long ago…but
the memories still linger
inside my brain and
out to my fingers
they continue to flow.

I write them all down
and expand on those thoughts.
Remembering the memories
I once thought were lost.

An explosion of words
pouring out on the page.
These many little thoughts they
now have a stage.

The lasting memories
are now down in print.
The shoebox is gone
but the words are in ink.

#write #writer #writing #shoebox #napkin #matchbook #memories #remember

Jul 2021 chimaera

Antique Heart

Jul 2021 chimaera

Brett

Antique Heart

A rusty cage conceals me
Deep beneath the waves, of another passing day
The blood inside my veins
Is laced with warmth, that erodes away the pain
The needle scratches vinyl
As the pills provide the music, singing sorrow in my brain

Lost on the lamb
Searching for the touch, from my own callused hands
A wind-up ballerina in her box
Doesn’t spin and twirl like she wants
Damaged dancer
Standing still, inside my antique heart

They have come to ***** the Rooster.

#heart #antique #addiction #pain #sorrow #love #light #sunshine #flowers #grave

Jul 2021 chimaera

To an unread poet.

Jul 2021 chimaera

David Lessard

To an unread poet.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Jul 2021 chimaera

Steel Rust and Wind

Jul 2021 chimaera

South by Southwest

Steel Rust and Wind

The kiss of sea salt leaves
rouge the face of age

Youth drowns in the vacant eyes of the old man
as the flood gates release the sorrow of lost glory days

Each breath rises heavy in the memories of the one who is calling from the cemetery trying to raise dead dreams

When did the rust turn steel into crumbling dust that is now collected by the winds of time

Only the lost look of youth remains in the glazed eyes and the steely rust of time eroded by the winds

Jul 2021 chimaera

Sundance

Jul 2021 chimaera

ryn

Sundance

Take me to the swan-graced waters...
Where dragonflies would visit,
and skim the surface on tireless wings.

I’d sit with the grounds’ keepers
- the cicadas.
Invisible guardians,
whose shrill song and calls
would only echo through the sparse foliage
and trees - entrancing me into a state of
accompanied aloneness.

A calming solitude,
that enables the eyes
to lapse into a deep,
unjudging gaze into the lake.

And as time slows to a halt,
each breath would lengthen...
The sun would dip into the distant edge
of the lake.
And my heart would skip
as it interprets the dance of the sun
on the water.

#hellopoetry107 #watersedge