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Jan 2016 · 370
10 w on how not to
chimaera Jan 2016
Counting blessings
for gratefulness.

Stumbling on zero.

Blinded by aching.
16.01.2016
Jan 2016 · 453
ever
chimaera Jan 2016
none of it
is meant
the way
it feels,
it makes
me feel.

the real thing?
but a cold dish.

i hate emptiness.

time to move.
void is always
vacant.
15.1.2016
Jan 2016 · 439
Seasick
chimaera Jan 2016
Life.

Life?

Time drifter.

And then,
then
- this.

**** it.

I am not fit for it.
I know I am not.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe
either way.
14.01.2016
Jan 2016 · 403
undecipherable
chimaera Jan 2016
one by one,
all the lines
of her silence,
manuscripted,
brought
before him,

one by one,
all the lines
on her hand palm,
all of her lives,
bringing her
before him.

and one by one,
all of it,
dropping,
down the royal
stairs, into stone,
before him.
9.1.2015
Jan 2016 · 853
Untitled
chimaera Jan 2016
how easily
all can be
forgotten

tomorrows
empty of bygones

no other sorrow
than a slight
longing

the longing
of a sailing ship

waving at the shore

the distant shore
6.1.2015
Jan 2016 · 777
nowness
chimaera Jan 2016
a green screen,
the imaged voice
in my head.

all is
but
what it is.

and when
spring comes,
wounded trees
bear a blossom
in their own blood.
1.1.2016
Dec 2015 · 770
al'ud
chimaera Dec 2015
il joue sur son luth

des lunes ambrées
tournent en rond

une par une

la jongleuse
les lance

une voie lactée
opalescente

le clair de lune

haletante
la jongleuse se noie

~~~
he's playing the lute.

she takes
the amber moons
turning round
and round,

she juggles.

one by one,
they turn into
a milky way,
opalescent,
the moonlight

- a lake,
for the juggler
to drown.
30.12.2015
Al'ud - lute (from the Arab)
[tried it in English, did my best...]
Dec 2015 · 1.0k
Atlas (reinvented)
chimaera Dec 2015
once upon a time,
she alighted
on atlas' shoulder
and softly
told him a story.

as he unfolded
his path going
west, she unfolded
words, tracing the
east, for the sun to rise,

and then she sighed
and he held her, made
her his night sky
- heaviness of light,
folded heart.
29.12.2015
greekmythology.com/Titans/Atlas/atlas.html
Dec 2015 · 1.7k
Andante grave
chimaera Dec 2015
empty shell, these hands, a praying whisper...
a dew glitter, frozen dawn, the bird flies.
waving branches, a single tree, so unclear,
empty shell, these hands, a praying whisper...
shattered threshold, rendered abyss, the skies,
blind hands, trembling flame, the river dries.
empty shell, these hands, a praying whisper...
a dew glitter, frozen dawn, the bird flies.
27.12.2015
Triolet  [poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetic-form-triolet]
The title refers to a musical *tempo*
Dec 2015 · 707
brouillée
chimaera Dec 2015
rien qu'une lumerette,
cette brièveté

la pêche l'été
le jus plein les mains
la langue adoucie

rêver de toi
à en brûler
même s'il fait noir

étincelle légère,
cette brièveté

~~~~~
Blurred

just a spark,
this briefness

a peach in summer
juicy hands
sweetened tongue

to dream of you
to burn in there
even if it's so dark

a frothy spark,
this briefness
10.2015
Dec 2015 · 839
Christmas' eve
chimaera Dec 2015
I take to a boil
the creamy consistency
of christmases gone by

and hang out
the lights of
stirred recollections.

I set a table,
a feast to share,
those who won't show
outnumber the presents.

I take a place
within the play,
rehearsing the blurring
of me. I sit amongst

those who won't show.
23.12.2015
Merry Christmas, Hello Poetry poets!
Dec 2015 · 550
Lesbos
chimaera Dec 2015
[explicit; or whatever]*

I found her there,
in between the red maple trees,
her hand gently disturbing
the water and the frogs
in the darkness of the pound.

I saw her there,
a sun beam in her hair,
the chill awakening her *******,
her hands concealing her ******,
her eyes watering me, arose.

I left her there,
upon a bed of red leaves,
her thighs embracing her warmness,
her breath softly paced down,
her taste in my tongue, watered still.
12.11.2015
Dec 2015 · 776
Eclipse
chimaera Dec 2015
That circle, realm
of light, made of,
you know,
words crawling,
making gullies
to melt you in,
me, bursting,

see?,

slowly claimed
by a lunar me,
globbing, sobbing,
mourning the me
i forged within you.
20.12.2015
Dec 2015 · 447
Graal
chimaera Dec 2015
If a friend
would have me,
I'd be capable of loving
and I'd look no more
for a back door.
16.12.2015
Dec 2015 · 739
Ariadne's
chimaera Dec 2015
For you,
i slowly
unwinded time
to hand you
a thread,

the labyrinth
where you
trustingly
unravel your heart.

For you,
i hush the spindle
in my empty hands
that will weave
no more,

the thread this whirl,
and i fade,
as i let
time rewind.
15.12.2015
Loosely inspired on the myth.
Dec 2015 · 6.9k
Alchemy
chimaera Dec 2015
It rains.
A truffled scent
glitters
in dead leaves,
naked trees.
Transudation
into the depths
of the night.
13.12.15
~~~
Thank you, deeply, to all the friends that so kindly read, liked and supported this poem! Here, to you all, at Hello Poetry, cheers, the prize is yours!
25.12.2015
Dec 2015 · 419
none of nothing
chimaera Dec 2015
had a cup of tea
it was icy cold

mended a heart
it was out of date

looked up
there was nothing

took a peek within
it was wide shut

put it all to rest
went for a dock in blue
12.12.15
Dec 2015 · 422
"Transblucency"*
chimaera Dec 2015
northern lights, purple
pulse of sidereal fairy
- dazed heart, clinging.
Haiku.
*Inspired by Duke Ellington's theme, with that same title. m.youtube.com/watch?v=P3thESerMbo

10.12.2015
Dec 2015 · 819
broken wand
chimaera Dec 2015
from the mud
a bluesy mood
bruisings coloured
in butterflies
fire flight
all but smoke
this choke
short circuited
words from
a hat
withdraw
the shorter straw
her fate
the cave
no translation
available
for the opacity
of that night
8.12.2015
Just drifting...
Dec 2015 · 403
ripple
chimaera Dec 2015
a witting clap
echoes

flocks of letters
take flight

words'
remainders
to gather

to lit a fire
within the night

smoke
above the canopies
4.12.2015
Nov 2015 · 557
renouncer
chimaera Nov 2015
words words words.

in what language
could we ever say
all that we mean,
ever be seen?

silence thus glides.

a shore for stranding.
25.11.2015
Nov 2015 · 335
What more?
chimaera Nov 2015
Friday night
And I am at Hello Poetry.

What else?
Sorry for the implicit advertising of the coffee brand; this just popped out, for the fun of it.
21.11.2015, 1 am
Nov 2015 · 546
pointillisme
chimaera Nov 2015
wind and fear,
wind and fear!

la sècheresse.
comme au désert.

thirsty.
thirsty!

drawn in distance,
a blurred spot.

yet i am
the wilderness itself,

a rush of light
across the dunes,

a whirl of singing sand.
and you know nothing.
19.11.2015
Pointillism is a technique of painting in which small, distinct dots of color are applied in patterns to form an image. (in wikipedia)
The singing sand is a phenomen that occurs in about 35 deserts around the world; it gets to 105 decibels. (in wikipedia)
Nov 2015 · 1.7k
clockwise
chimaera Nov 2015
time walks.
giant steps
carving
an absence,
a heart shaped
niche.

time walks.
rosary stones
ground
into nothing.
not an echo
nor a breeze.
13.11.2015
Nov 2015 · 585
Autumn leaves
chimaera Nov 2015
(for a.)*

mapped wishes
handed over,
blown into the wind

a path of gold
in dawning roads

sanguine brilliance,
pearled frailty

fallen

flattened
crackling

a tracery
of bones or hands

reaching out
for the ******
of a beginning
5.11.2015

[the title honours the French poet, Jacques Prévert, and all those who sang his poem, 'Les feuilles mortes', 'Autumn leaves' in the English version.]
Nov 2015 · 483
The End
chimaera Nov 2015
Such a fascination!
A line or less
and the story was done,
we'd leave the cinema
with dreamy eyes,
maybe a sense of relieve
for exiting that parallel world.

We'd step fiercely,
a heroe to be,
can't you see?,
underneath the costume.

But then the end
comes in front of us,
its symphonical pomp
is a seed of fear
and we grow a human size,
a small one.

A cheap tape and the line
stutters the end the end the end.
One by one, all characters
in our own story
desert the scene and
we roam in a parallel world
of unfamiliar faces
where memories lack of proof.

There we stand or not so,
heroes of loss, on our own,
and a line or less, the end,
overlaps a swirl
of autumn leaves.

(You may all leave, now:
there are no credits
in one-man-size productions.)
1.11.2015
Oct 2015 · 601
Dictation to the self
chimaera Oct 2015
I ran out of words.
No... not words.
I ran out of feelings.
Although...
I ran out of purpose.
Okay, let it go.
I ran out on purpose.
Nope.
This is not it.
It rains. In me.*
There.
31.10.2015
Oct 2015 · 487
Ages over ages
chimaera Oct 2015
In the steamed mirror,
I looked my mother in the eyes:
*well, hello there, what?,
yeah, we did it,
messed it all up again."
25.10.2015
Oct 2015 · 725
Dog chasing tale
chimaera Oct 2015
Yap, tale,
me the dog
(here, a wow, what? please),
in circles we go,
a merry go round,
if only I could be
the ballerina...,
oh but no,
I can't dance,
not allowed,
I just turn and flip,
yap, flipped mind,
chasing a tale,
round and round,
I use words for a rebound,
winded up, in shall not.
24.10.2015
Oct 2015 · 695
Ballade villageoise
chimaera Oct 2015
Ah the intimacy of houses
in lit windows
scented kitchens
clothes hanged out to dry

Ah the intimacy of houses
seemingly cosy
and quietly caring
in the twilight

Ah the intimacy of houses
a chair on a fallen porch
foretold absentees
ah the intimacy of time
18.10.2015
Oct 2015 · 324
Core
chimaera Oct 2015
I only live once

- only once,
unrepeatably
by a worldly me,

- only once,
in a delusional me.
9.10.2015
[not sure 'unrepeatably' exists, but it serves my purpose...]
Oct 2015 · 477
NEMESIS
chimaera Oct 2015
i wake up

a wings' flicking,
a gentleness
of waves
crashing far,
like the wind
beyond the window

i wake up

all stolen away,
every shade,
every string,
every crimp,
flattened
- fiat lux untold

i wake up

it looks the same
fear, too, is the same
what is this lacking?
what am i missing?
a moss echoes
in a violence of tides

i wake up
9.10.2015
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/nemesis
Oct 2015 · 589
ruined VHS tape
chimaera Oct 2015
in the far
           far
           far west
amidst loone
             ******
             lonesome forests
lived princely
a hero,
an absolute zero
in love affair
             fairy

one day, a plaid
               a pledge
he hung he hung he sang

to slug chug unplug
his heart
to blund it
blend it
tender it
in nature feast

and there he went
into the wild
and there he found
piled a mild a maiden
of golden locks

oh such a luck
for suckers
      seekers
who lived in loone
                       ******
                       honey moons
7.10.2015
For Pradip.
Oct 2015 · 455
urban myth
chimaera Oct 2015
subway

crowded
half empty
empty
and again

all day long

took every direction

as if
i too
had a destination

wherever to
4.10.2015
Sep 2015 · 351
Kakophonia*
chimaera Sep 2015
Edges.

This.

A glissando
on abyss.
29.09.2015
*http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=cacophony
Sep 2015 · 409
the fool's paradise
chimaera Sep 2015
dared
to ink a voice,
dived
into echoes
of a mirage,
willingly,
delusional.

blue devils'
summoning
watchful censorship.

despondency?
no. the relief
of exiting myself.
24.09.2015
chimaera Sep 2015
Arid heat.
An ensemble
of colour,
the façades
in ruin,
running down,
on my left.
On my right,
a white mirage,
weighting in the light:
the long, rectangular
wall of a church,
running up the street.
Voices behind me,
some old tavern.
Passers-by, not men
nor women, a few,
now and then,
gazing, who's that?
Silhouettes of by-gone
ages, dark ages.
This is not my time.
This is not my place.
I take a deep breath,
lit another cigarette.
No coffee left in my cup.
No refilling is offered.
The tavern drunk
the men, muted.
Birds sing,
regular spaces between,
tree to tree.
The coffee tables are red,
spotting the side walk.
It is nice to be out,
in the ending summer,
soon this heat will
grow cold.
But the sun here
seldom hides.
That is nice.
Church bells.
Heard from so afar,
across the plane.
Time to go,
now.
20.09.2015
Sep 2015 · 285
Life supplies*
chimaera Sep 2015
An horizon,
water coloured
by an impossibility;

the wish
i promised
not to wish;

a strength,
like a faith
in mankind;

my hands,
to shelter
broken wings:

nothing more
and all a nothing,
ethereal, like a heart.
17.09.2015
~~~
* Poetry prompt by Poets&Writers;: "imagine what you would pack in a backpack to prepare yourself for the school of life. Make a list of "supplies" that you can picture yourself using every day."(excerpt)
Sep 2015 · 1.0k
Slow motioned estrangement
chimaera Sep 2015
What is this?

Alms,
out of pity?!
Fake gold, a slap
in a heart's need?!

Take it away!!

I had it all,
once...
A threshold,
a sanctuary,
iridescent,
for a bird
to borrow...

Oh, grand, it was!

What, now, is this?
What?!
Scraps...?!

All right.
I'll take them.
Leave them, please.

But go.

Just go.
12.09.2015
Sep 2015 · 386
curling up
chimaera Sep 2015
i tried, oh i tried
to reach out

did you not
notice?
the hummingbirds!


still

this metallic cold
of not belonging

never again
to be kissed
11.09.2015
Sep 2015 · 1.1k
what's in my bag
chimaera Sep 2015
[to the thousands of men, women and children fleeing their war-torn countries.]*

Adrift,
this huddle of fear
in the starless night.

Adrift,
this frieze-like
of carved anguish
surging in heavy
striped hearts.

Flimsy shores
draw an old world,
of other lords,
greedy of their pastures.

Plundered, ravaged,
preyed upon,
adrift
- who will see
our human face?
07.09.2015
Title  taken from https://medium.com/@theIRC/what-s-in-my-bag-758d435f6e62
Sep 2015 · 393
We about to die
chimaera Sep 2015
Worldly life picks out
each one of us:
the main character
upon a stage for delusion.

Cheers and spotlights,
special effects solace;
frights, fights, sighs,
all but blind spots.

Main characters
of make-believe...!
Wordy life feed on us:
now you are, now you are not.
02.09.2015
The title is inspired on the Latin quote "Ave Imperator, morituri te salutant" (we about to die salute you).
chimaera Aug 2015
[for Joe Cole's challenge, Imagination/ever changing clouds]*

How can we endure reality,
that lukewarm dullness,
if we can fly our hearts
in nimbus of paroxysm?

How can reality endure us,
with our wispy layers
of heaped, uneasy, pain,
our eyes in sighs of blue?

How can reality cloud the real,
the true perfection of rain
and the hail to a rainbow,
that we - uncaped heroes - see?
"The basic cloud forms are cumulus, which are heaped clouds; stratus, which are layer clouds; and cirrus , which are wispy." [google translator]
~~~
22.08.15
Aug 2015 · 668
dementia
chimaera Aug 2015
once i married my father
he was such an handsome man

can't you feel
the scent of flowers

anointed in extremis
cryogenically preserved
drowned stillness


i grow flowers
can't you feel the rosemary

once i loved a boy
what was his name

oh the yarn
all knotted
20.08.15
Aug 2015 · 1.0k
marionnette
chimaera Aug 2015
in dancing shoes
and sparkling laces,
the puppet leans

in a shed string net
- comets' tails blown
like a last match
in the night of snow.

the puppeteer never was.
she tugged the chords
and watched him drift.

she leans, but to rise
a melancholic moon
in strings of orange gold.
17.08.2015
Jul 2015 · 1.5k
Medusa
chimaera Jul 2015
The abyss is my realm,
there, furthest,
where all light lives
to taint black my being.

There, in deep dark,
a tantric hiss
scales my harmony,
my core longs.

Here, amongst you,
my locks, my wings,
all veiled, eons
concealing my search.

And he finds me.
He faces me.
I gift him my blood
and shield his sail.

His sword is sheathed,
he looks into the faraway.
In his eyes, I wait for
his voice to tell my core.
30.06.2015
Jun 2015 · 537
Retreat
chimaera Jun 2015
She watched the guild
from afar, its yeast of unrest.
In her nomade pace

she wandered to choose
the wind and a river.
Self exiled

from edenic insights,
her quest was love immunity.
In a make believe sortilege,

she tattered her red laces
and marionnetted a will.
Rain fell: she was but a pretender.
10.6.2015
Jun 2015 · 2.1k
Graphing cosmos
chimaera Jun 2015
Take her sidereal night,
its darkness
and the shimmer in it.

Draw a co-secant,
a beam,
in your full-light trace.

The script is embedded,
it runs on its own:
see?

A pulse,
myriads of whirling suns,
a blaze within her,

a firmament
for a cotillion,
a constellations' jigsaw.

Her night breathes,
in symbiotic pace
with its aural lover

and, within its velvet,
darkness is an indigo,
drunk on orgastic throb.

15.5.2015
prompt: cosmos [my entry in the poetry contest 2015, in LegendFire.com]
Jun 2015 · 419
Un-delusional
chimaera Jun 2015
There is
no dark.
Nor light.

Just me.

Feeling.

Filled.
Empty.
Refilled.
Empty again.

**** it.
I am not a bottle!
Here,
watch me
splinting
a dumb heart.

There.
No dark.
Nor light.
2.6.2015
(Edited; 3.6.15)
May 2015 · 352
Volute
chimaera May 2015
spinning
spinning
round and round
the walls of a well
my centre
a round light
a crescent
a last quarter
a crescent
a round perfection
unreachable centre
spinning
spinning

not to drown
12.5.15
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