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Jul 2021 · 193
vagueness
chimaera Jul 2021
shivering candles
on a yellow brick road,
silently taken,
one by one,
by a grasping darkness.

shallow life.

the weight
of pebbles
left still,
no depth into light.
08.07.2021
Feb 2021 · 330
spellbound
chimaera Feb 2021
the sky is
dark night blue.
in a goldenish crescent
moon way,
a Cheshire cat laughs
at the waltz.
one, two, one, two,
the ticking of time,
thin breaking ice.
starless sky.
one, for no more.
two, what trees
stand for.
one, two.
silence fall,
tightening.
could have danced
all night,
charmed
by a blue,
dark night.
14.02.21
Jan 2021 · 180
ruins
chimaera Jan 2021
the dead tree
roots
birds' songs.

witch crafted
branches,
freezing
a slow motion
of a curling.

who knows...

hearted old ones
also bear
light weighted
memories
of love,
in rooted wings.
23.01.21, as a pine tree keeps on dying in my window view.
Dec 2020 · 134
if only in my thoughts
chimaera Dec 2020
you
won't be home
for christmas

nor you will
any other day.

a fireplace
on hold,

awaiting,

for a bard's song.

chords of a time
of horizons
of birds and trees standing
of walks and houses in ruins
of wishes offered away.

reminiscent.
lingering.

even if you will not.
17.12.20
taking on the song "I'll be home for christmas"
Nov 2020 · 145
ifs
chimaera Nov 2020
ifs
dystopian land,
the kingdom
of selffullness service,

the place
to grow
heroic egos

or

cursings
on regrets.

service
by one's pleasure.

instantaneous and soluble,
for reality dissolution.
11.11.20
Nov 2020 · 124
Clearly
chimaera Nov 2020
Dawn,
birthing the world.

Light and dark,
the color hue
- hills and plains,
trees and gardens
and roads and country roads
and old cored places
and not so old ones.

Breeze,
warmness,
cold,
shivers
and melancholy.

Just it all.
Inhaling it.
Figuring it
as a last sight,
exhaling.
3.11.20
Oct 2020 · 165
nightscape
chimaera Oct 2020
night fell,

clouds
crowding
a tumultuous sky.

in the darkening far,
houses alight into homes.

near, top of the hill,
bells await
enrobed
in the lit silence
of the tower,
lighthouse
in a darkening dark.

time
will pass by,
hurrying,
carried by the
echoed ringing
into a dissipated horizon.

far, far,
the stroke,
the echo,

reverberations
cradling
some melody
on loneliness.
27.10.20
Oct 2020 · 94
robin
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
Oct 2020 · 88
fatigue
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
Mar 2020 · 101
burst
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
Oct 2019 · 171
ad astra per aspera*
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
May 2019 · 310
of might or might not
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
Feb 2019 · 489
foggyfullness cliché
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
Jan 2019 · 491
window framed
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].
Dec 2018 · 293
Idiosyncrasy
chimaera Dec 2018
the way you are
yourself

helplessly
definitely

self.made.fulness

although.­fulness.less

whatever.ish
22.05.2017
Dec 2018 · 236
insanity
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
Nov 2018 · 463
Closing
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
Jul 2018 · 434
wheresoever
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
Jun 2018 · 298
stormscape
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.
Jun 2018 · 541
light
chimaera Jun 2018
planted
some seeds
- sunflowers.

watch them now
in the morning:
bright yellow,
blue skies.

don't know why
i turn to darkness.
18.06.2018
Jun 2018 · 1.1k
assonance
chimaera Jun 2018
found a word,
down the road:

dandelion.

and, in a snowy way,
the  autumnal spring

- delusionnally -

took the girl
in a sway,
blowing away

her last match,
a blur of orange
in the smoking grey.
10.06.2018
May 2018 · 785
twilight
chimaera May 2018
clouds
like waves
in the stormy sky.

worn out,
the silence
- it sounds
rusty.

time
ticking you away

and you don't know
what it means

like that tree in a
slow motion death.

how could you tell it,
listening to the birds
in the still light?
26.05.2018
Apr 2018 · 312
Tell me
chimaera Apr 2018
treasures of bygones,
endless morrows,
lullabies, a
longitude for

mendicant and
eery hearts.
An #acrostic poem, assignment by APriCoT.
26.04.2018
Apr 2018 · 306
skies in blue
chimaera Apr 2018
a 3d ink,
the mere thought
of your touch:

a magnolia blossom,
shivering
in the ******
of a winter light.
may, 2017
Apr 2018 · 293
errant
chimaera Apr 2018
vortex, inward.
the self-made envision.
ah, the coherence
of this dystopia...

outward, drafting
the latter.
outsiders' crayons.
ah, not a bid, the least.

the randomness of intersection.

what to do, what to do?

accept.


i am tangential.

and so what?
18.04.2018
Mar 2018 · 660
the end
chimaera Mar 2018
words
by millions,
collected them,
a life time,
constellations
pinned,
hanged,
winged,
butterfly like.

pick
one by one,
their weight,
their taste.

empty,
every one.
heavy
like round pebbles
on dried creeks.

summoned the night
upon, laid my wings.

rainbows
gave me up.
16.03.2018
Jan 2018 · 765
for Sverre
chimaera Jan 2018
lit a candle,
a star to wish upon.

the night draws
the torment of the sea,
waves crashing
on distant shores.

my wish, this tiny twinkle,
rides in fire, flame shaped,

a cry in front of Solomon's
slaughtering sword:

let him live, for his heart is love
and his love shapes the world.
07.01.2018
Aug 2017 · 286
insularity
chimaera Aug 2017
isla magica,
schizogonic.

acidity
in purple orange

- passion fruit.
29.08.2017
Aug 2017 · 573
it makes you
chimaera Aug 2017
or it breaks you,
life,
so they say,
this or that,
not both.

life?

it makes you
breakable,
grindeable,
unmaked
in maked up,
washable,
faded faces.

it makes you
unbreakable
broken-born ones,
blended
into crepuscules,
bent rainbows
to the absence of light.
21.08.2017
Jul 2017 · 739
Inner
chimaera Jul 2017
Flawless,
seamless,
the uselessness.

Boomeranging.
Rummaging
the fossilisation.

Static.

Willingness?
21.07.2017
10 w
Apr 2017 · 918
way too half
chimaera Apr 2017
half way there
- half a wing,
a colour by half.

sat for a while,
halved the moon,
half of an orange,

yummy!

what ever half there
- way, wing and colour -
met me halfway,
in total eclipse.

beauty.
the dark oneness.
23.04.2017
Apr 2017 · 956
bruxism
chimaera Apr 2017
slithered
harangue,

crow's nest's
caveat:

quo warranto,
Echo,
obliquity weaver...
10 w
Mar 2017 · 589
*chron-*
chimaera Mar 2017
he laughs at me,

old, edentulous, wrinkled.

excruciating, the smile,
excrescent.

ecs, ecs, ecs
- the laugh,
cacophonous,
cacographical.

the ruff of an eddy,
abysses of exasperation,

the laughter of time,
voraciously lustful.
21.03.2017
Feb 2017 · 687
a splash of orange
chimaera Feb 2017
hilarious,
when you try
to ink it
being a foreigner
to a language...

you search
for the round spell
of a word
and to your mind
comes, oh my,
only one
- squash!

but oh!,
the buttery sound of it,
the reddish orangeness of it,
the elyptic splashes in wood
scented fields, november cold
mornings, that yearn
of a smoking cheminy,
home, others' home, there.

what was there to be inked?
i don't recall it.
i got squashed.
28.02.2017
Feb 2017 · 433
queasiness
chimaera Feb 2017
a willow
however
stands

shallow waters

pebble stones
scattered

all the words

a cadency
of rusty hinges
hanged doors

sour, the dam
February, 2017
Jan 2017 · 623
asynchronism
chimaera Jan 2017
my shadow
unfolded,
captive
of a blind night.

dazed,
straying,
time feeds on days,
unanchored.
15.01.2016
Jan 2017 · 405
misfitting
chimaera Jan 2017
blank ink

hiccup

split
        slip
flee

no flight

nor fight
3.1.2017
Dec 2016 · 746
Logo phobia*
chimaera Dec 2016
built a dam
****** the flow
to rock me
in a nebula
of aphasia

damask and silk
amniotic velvet
all five senses
spelling your smile
the touch of your voice
31.12.2016

* logo phobia: an obsessive fear of words
Dec 2016 · 1.9k
Solstice
chimaera Dec 2016
Now is
what
never is.
Can't you see it?

Now is just
a suspension,
the bend before
the wave,
not the flow
nor the wave
but
the suspended
breath
of a perpetual
motion.

Winter is here.
Its romantic
******,
frozen death,
nights that linger.
Yet,
arms crying
into windy skies,
trees carry
a pregnancy,
sprouts
like a plague
ripping
every branch.
Oh yes,
spring
is coming.

Now is never.

Quietly,
silently,
let us watch
as time bends,
unfolding
what was
and what
for sure
will be.
Quietly,
silently,
let us ride
that bend
and know
that
never
is now.
21.12.2016
Dec 2016 · 876
Kyrie eleison
chimaera Dec 2016
for every time
we fail to see
ourselves

and every time
we failed to see
the other selves

for every self paced
story the fool
believes to be true

and for every
thorn we pull
and again hatch

and for this
incompleteness
we drink

into drunkenness
by the fire
of red beard bards
kyrie eleison - Lord, have mercy

8.12.2016
Dec 2016 · 410
unspoken
chimaera Dec 2016
day falling
slightly
scented
moss
and dew

quietness
of a garden
bursting
yellowish brown
a redful will

a bench
on the side

its emptiness
its vacancy

i see it
6.12.16
Nov 2016 · 455
a silly thing
chimaera Nov 2016
older.

(not elder)

still.

older.

my kingdom
for your kiss.
10 w
21.11.2016
Nov 2016 · 436
exhibit
chimaera Nov 2016
oh yes,
said the painter,
i've had
a bird phase,
but the pane
was a blur.
and the canvas,
one shade of white,
that's my drill
on blind wings.
4.11.16
Oct 2016 · 6.1k
wording
chimaera Oct 2016
here, silence echoes
the vibratos
of distant forests,
its longing.
10 w
31.10.16
Oct 2016 · 764
zen garden
chimaera Oct 2016
sandbox.
for castles
to be washed away.
the heart needs
to be fed.
magic wand.
now you see it,
now you don't.
play with it,
jongleur,
the moon sand.
23.10.16
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_rock_garden
Oct 2016 · 426
solitude. or whatever.
chimaera Oct 2016
a sill & a window,
the frame.
silly hold!,
for a feather's halo,
for a hole's sake.

unpacked.
standing.
frozen threshold.
night has dawned
to feast on light.

silence reverberates.
autophagically.
circularly.
time over time.

there's nothing to life
that death knows not.
11.10.16
Sep 2016 · 665
Peace of mind
chimaera Sep 2016
A bench, somewhere.
Autumnal sun falling.

Tripping.
Oh, the mumbling!

Restlessly, to envision.
Tirelessly, to believe.
Beyond, above.

Will dress myself up,
ballerina kind.

Can't dance,
so I am told.

But I can act
upon the music,
like in Bremerhaven.

There are horizons
to draw.
14.09.2016
Aug 2016 · 598
voyage
chimaera Aug 2016
J'aime les ponts.
Ils m'obsèdent.
De tout âge, toutes formes.
Des eaux troublées
à en sécher les rivières,
la dérive de la mémoire
en l'hypnose de la pendule,
les branches des saules.
Et ce n'est même pas
la traversée du départ.
C'est plutôt l'arrivée.
L'idée d'arriver quelque part,
comme si c'était chez nous,
finalement.
La ville qui se réveille
comme le dessin pointillé
d'un ciel nocturne
dans une odeur de port,
à l'aube,
le navire emballé par la mer
qui se distancie.
Le contour du pont.
Suspension d'un mirage.
Comment ne pas en rêver,
des ponts?


~~~

I love bridges.
I am obsessed by them.
From all ages, all shapes.
Waters, so troubled
that rivers dried out,
the drifting of memory
in the hypnosis of a pendulum,
the willow branches.
And it is not about
the crossing to depart.
It is about arrival.
The idea of arriving somewhere,
like if it could be home,
finally.
The town, awakening,
esquisse in pointillage
of a nocturnal sky,
the scents of the harbour,
at dawn,
the ship, cradled by the sea,
lost in distance.
The outline of a bridge.
Suspended mirage.
How not to build upon?
27.08.2016
Aug 2016 · 420
Untitled
chimaera Aug 2016
splintered night,
the thorn tree
of stars,
all falling.

hours
of broken glass.
20.08.2016
Aug 2016 · 784
Hesperus
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)]
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