chimaera: Poems

859 · Mar 2016

staying

chimaera Mar 2016

staying

words: beads
in silver strings,
pushing aside
the wishful adieu.

18.03.2016
... A morose state of heart.

855 · Nov 2014

An opera on soap

chimaera Nov 2014

An opera on soap

a golden dusk

this blindness

rising a sun
in the sidereal night

my vortex

spiralled path
from nothing
to nothing

a golden dusk

delusion

11.11.14

from Italian *opera*, literally "a work, labor, composition," from Latin *opera* "work, effort"

851 · Mar 2016

ruins

chimaera Mar 2016

ruins

and again, the gritty path,
for visiting the houses, ruined.
time fled and life stood still,
strangled in suspension points.

i come, to collect lonesomeness,
feed my senses upon bygones.

window sills to inner spaces.
motherhood.

there, the place of a fire,
the grime inks a flame in black,
silhouetted.

crock pots, iron pots,
cracked, bumped.
soup. boiling.smoking.
cendrillons wrinkling
by the fireplace
in yellowished orange blossom gowns.

a skeleton of a bed.

leaning roof.

a wall in blue.

the view from the back window.
the door to the backyard.

houses grow blind.
i come
to lend them my eyes.
willingly.

eventually they'll have me,
bind me, seed me,
a tree-creeper to sight
the swallows, tell them
we have a vacant eave
in a falling roof.

9.3.2016

851 · Jan 2016

Untitled

chimaera Jan 2016

Untitled

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

849 · Jun 2014

"Wind in a box" *

chimaera Jun 2014

"Wind in a box" *

Death,
into whom
did I turn
in the turning
of time?

Where lays the child
the woman
and all the lovers
once longed for her?

Am I this
elderly woman?

Laying
in this coffin,
sweaty in the cold
(colder than fear:
who glued my lips?),
glimpsing
my still hands
through a slit
of my blue eyes.

What's the use
of the world,
now my voice is gone?

I can no longer
bring this world to life,
to lively truths and lies.

I will deliver it all to fire
as I throw my body into the flames.

And I forget.
And I am forgotten.

[6/6/14]

I know this is not a good poem; just had to put in words the odd mood in wich I came back from this funeral.

* "Wind in a box" is the title of a wonderful poem by Terrance Hayes; check it out here: www.smith.edu/poetrycenter/poets/windinabox.htm

848 · May 2014

A three tempo story on rhythm 'n' blues

chimaera May 2014

A three tempo story on rhythm 'n' blues

Time:
folded, masked,
heartless - a nonsense,
drifting masks,
drowned ghosts.
And then
for one minute - a second -...

Golden ogival arches,
morning light, a bird song,
unfolding heart.
Time, a
stardust sprinkle,
lightness of danseuses,
gestures of magicians,
gentle rowing on a placid lake,
love phantasy...!

Brief waltz by one,
tempo gravissimo,
string puppet stuttering...
Hush now, hush.
It's sleeping
time.

842 · Jun 2014

In extremis (*)

chimaera Jun 2014

In extremis (*)

Entering survival mode.

Feed upon your remaining heart.
Attention:
use leftovers parsimoniously.

Take that one everlasting memory.

Stage a friend, a dearest one.

Plunge into poetry.

Take a deep breath.

Remember all the words
in a myriad of fairy worlds.

Acknowledge:
nothing left to say.

Acknowledge:
no one in the distance.

Exit survival mode.

(*) In extremis: (Latin) "in the farthest reaches" or "at the point of death".

842 · May 2015

aphasia

chimaera May 2015

aphasia

My spelling
has to be wrong.

I write love
and you don't see it.

9.5.2015

834 · Dec 2015

Christmas' eve

chimaera Dec 2015

Christmas' eve

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!

827 · Jul 2014

Wishful

chimaera Jul 2014

Wishful

Wanderer,
on howling hope
love charms are weaved.

Stay for a while
in my porch,
hum a melody
and dance with me.

The night will linger,
all words hollowed,
all roads erased.

Yet, wanderer,
for just a while,
if you will,
enchant hope,
unchain this burst.

817 · Dec 2015

broken wand

chimaera Dec 2015

broken wand

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...

816 · Aug 2014

Acceptance

chimaera Aug 2014

Acceptance

I accept to stand
unseen
on the sidewalk,
on the river bank.

Random shadow for
playful drawings in the sand,
silent stir to birth ethereal fulness,
playground
to be left behind.

Hollowed.
Vacant.
A window-sill
for passing songs.
A borrowed
beating heart.

I accept to stand,
in scattered craving
for the wind
beyond.

[05.09.13]

Just trying to talk myself into keeping on...

813 · Aug 2014

Will you see me off, darling?

chimaera Aug 2014

Will you see me off, darling?

All the déjà-vus

Cut copy paste repeat

Packing time every time
in a time of endings

Always passing by,
bypassing

Senseless

Useless

My will is thirsty
and no fountain
is to be reached

Will you see me off, darling?

For me, pretend
a minding fairwell,

pack me a smile

for me to take
in my journey

Though it may seem strange, this text showed up while obsessively listening to the sweet tune, "Baby, it's cold outside" (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1IM3weosOTY).

781 · May 2018

twilight

chimaera May 2018

twilight

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

780 · Aug 2016

Hesperus

chimaera Aug 2016

Hesperus

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)]

775 · Dec 2015

Eclipse

chimaera Dec 2015

Eclipse

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

771 · Feb 2015

slushy motion

chimaera Feb 2015

slushy motion

row, row your boat
- how rough may
be the lull to afloat!,

raw, raw this float!,
how dull the day
in falsetto note! -

bow not, flee the cote,
to the lake of fairy way
row, row your boat!

13.2.2015
(taking a line from that children song...)

769 · Jan 2016

nowness

chimaera Jan 2016

nowness

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

766 · Dec 2015

al'ud

chimaera Dec 2015

al'ud

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...]

765 · Oct 2014

Crickety night

chimaera Oct 2014

Crickety night

the night in turmoil
a bumble jumble fumble
of croaks, hoo hoo, purrs, stridulous chirping

then a sudden cringe, ******!,
shush shush
hush, gurgling creek,
hush, whiffled leaves

clippety-cloppety
clippety-cloppety
clok clok clok

a schwing, zing, zip
and a plunk
and a plonk
in a whoosh
and then a scrunche scrunche
and

clok clok clok
clippety-cloppety
clippety-cloppety

silence burbles

tick tock tick tock

shh, shh,
listen:

a sluggy chugalug
and a fuzz of tiny tunes:
a yelp, a eep

stilness

a purr a buzz
putt putt putt
slowly back in motion
the burbles, whiffs, croaks,
the stridulous bumble jumble
of a crickety night

...and this was really helpful:
http://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/Category:English_onomatopoeias

761 · Jan 2018

for Sverre

chimaera Jan 2018

for Sverre

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

760 · Oct 2016

zen garden

chimaera Oct 2016

zen garden

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

742 · Dec 2016

Logo phobia*

chimaera Dec 2016

Logo phobia*

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

738 · Jul 2017

Inner

chimaera Jul 2017

Inner

Flawless,
seamless,
the uselessness.

Boomeranging.
Rummaging
the fossilisation.

Static.

Willingness?

21.07.2017
10 w

737 · Dec 2014

frost

chimaera Dec 2014

frost

grey cold like
sparsed cotton

thickness
of blank walls

preclusion
exclusion

the era before
your smile

the glaciers
are forming

02.12.2014

730 · Dec 2015

Ariadne's

chimaera Dec 2015

Ariadne's

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.

724 · Jun 2014

Gapped rondeau*

chimaera Jun 2014

Gapped rondeau*

whispered from a far
fairwell, gentle knight

quedar en silencio

que le traera
si a ella no desea

pianga, pianga

le fleuve ne s'arrête pas

the willow set fire
on itself

three feathers blown

via
via

va via

shattered mirror
eres ella

the spell of the tower

trois plumes
il suo cuore

a willow
drowning

dans le tourbillon

whispered from a far
fairwell, gentle knight

it was but
the waves

haleter de papillons

delusion

whispered from a far
fairwell, gentle knight

she is
nowhere

erronée
ma credente

endless road to
a dock in a bay

*TRANSLATION...

whispered from a far/*fairwell, gentle knight*/to fall into silence/what to bring him/if she is not whom he longs for/cry, cry/the river always flows/the willow set fire/on itself/three feathers blown/hurry/hurry/hurry away/shattered mirror/you are her/the spell of the tower/three feathers/her heart/a willow/drowning/in a vortex/whispered from a far /*fairwell, gentle knight*/it was but/the waves/butterflies'gasp/delusion/whispered from a far /*fairwell, gentle knight*/she is/nowhere/mistaken/but believer/endless road to/a dock in a bay
~~~~~
Playful free exercise in english, french, spanish and italian, upon a rondeau, a form of medieval and Renaissance French poetry, as well as the corresponding musical chanson form.
...And that last line, my tribute to Ottis Redding, of course.

724 · Jan 2016

foreshadow

chimaera Jan 2016

foreshadow

death.

a loss of vision,
there,
in the corner.

a corrosive lack,
purpose and sense
lost in the way.

another step,
suspension.

feels like it is time.

wrapping time.

making a fire
with all the debris.

18.01.2016
dedicated to my father.

723 · Oct 2015

Dog chasing tale

chimaera Oct 2015

Dog chasing tale

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

721 · Jul 2014

Core of love

chimaera Jul 2014

Core of love

[Dedicated to our fellowpoet, The DedPoet]

Horror.
Evilness.

We throw up,
our heart
we hang in a rope of tears.

All the gods
are silent.

And blind.

We watch
ourselves,
torned,
a full pain
turning us
into
a punishing fury,
apocalyptical riders.

And then
we see them,
the children.
So restless,
fearfull,
sorrowed...

But they fell asleep.

We watch over them.

And love,
unconditional love,
a forever love kind,
overwhelming love,
makes us understand
we are needed
and we must stay
and we must be able
to learn them,
our children, our own blood,
to trust again.

And we cry
and our tears
are their protection.

And they awaken,
stirred, first,
but we hug them,
the two at a time.
No words are needed.
Just love.
They will know
it is the real thing.

717 · Jul 2014

Découpage

chimaera Jul 2014

Découpage

I wish words
could carry me in
and someone
could sense
the swirl
in the afternoon breeze
and gently
pick me
in a butterfly net
and map my colors
and have my contour
as a sextant for life.

715 · Jan 2015

Ingeniosos hidalgos y doncellas

chimaera Jan 2015

Ingeniosos hidalgos y doncellas

Quijote and Dulcinea
of fairy love dreams,
concealed brave heart,
unrevealed raving beauty,

I stare at my shadow
and I see you,
me, Dulcinea,
me, Quijote,

and I blame the ingenious
of this shadow play
for in the truthful sun light
we are naked and alone.

17.1.2015

715 · Oct 2014

Skipped heart beat

chimaera Oct 2014

Skipped heart beat

A heart beat, skipping beat, flat
falling wing, diving wave, oh my,
a high to ride, taking pride, coastal
to dream land, drums and hails, ****,
whose cry?, snoring beast!, ****.

21.10.2014
Just for playing around, I guess...

714 · Jan 2015

Pietà

chimaera Jan 2015

Pietà

Mother,
you carried me
into life

and now

you carry me

dead

for all your eternity.

Mother,
I love life
and I bless your heart
for I knew the bliss
of your unconditional love.

Mother,
you cry
and you bleed

and I

can not help you.

Mother,
I know
the day I died
you tried

oh so desperately

to breathe life
into my lungs

and that moment
you attached yourself
to the anchor of my death.

Mother.

I know you miss me.
I know it is not fair.
I know you love me.

Please,
mother,
live,
carry me forever
out
into the sun
of your loving
my brothers

as you love me.

And, mother,
do know
that your love
would have grown me
into the man
you dreamed of.

I love you.

4.1.2015
The title is a reference to Michelangelo's statue.
The poem is a humble tribute to a most dear friend whose son died suddenly; he had just turned fourteen and died on the third day of last february. Her grief is beyond imagination.

709 · Feb 2015

distress

chimaera Feb 2015

distress

the wormy crawling

carving
pricking

a swarm hum
this sick agony
of stone wet cold

wrackful certitude
of the unseen

a pebble amongst pebbles
found to be thrown far

forgotten

19.2.2015

709 · Mar 2016

spring's ecstasy

chimaera Mar 2016

spring's ecstasy

dead trees,
dressed by purple
wisteria vines.

life.
although
borrowed.

21.03.2016

706 · Jul 2014

Life by proxy

chimaera Jul 2014

Life by proxy

Tonight,
my sweet boy
left.

My baby boy.

Helped his birth.
Kissed every inch
of his growth.
Teached him
every taste and texture and smell.
His hand in my throat
to articulate every sound.
Made him giggle
the very first time.

My baby boy.

All the stories,
all the words.
'You are my intelligence',
he wrote once,
age five.

My sweet boy.

He left.
As he should,
to live with his mother.

I have stayed for him.

Now,
for whom
would I stay?

There is nothing
left for me
to wish for.

Maybe
he will think of me
and smile.

[14/07/14]

705 · Sep 2014

Rhapsody in blue(*)

chimaera Sep 2014

Rhapsody in blue(*)

Don’t stop me now!

Baby, it’s cold outside,
tears in heaven
in a foggy day,
and mine are
the emptiest arms in the world…!

I dreamed a dream
beside an open fireplace,
entered the tunnel of love.

Don’t stop me now,
lover man!

Come softly to me,
see the shape of my heart
in my words of love.

Don’t stop me now,
let it be,
this tangled up blue,
my heart on the mend.

One step closer,
lover man,
ain’t no sunshine
if we keep
love on the rocks.

Don’t stop me now…

I’ll bring you a rainbow
with all the colors of the wind!
Follow the yellow brick road,
I’ll meet you halfway!
I’ll tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree,
by the moon river,
and we’ll
imagine
a stairway to heaven!

Baby, come to me
dance with me,
cheek to cheek,
whisper in my ear
a lullaby of birdland.

Don’t stop me now…

If you go away
when will my life begin…?

Castles are made of sand…

I can see clearly now.
Raindrops keep falling in my head
and autumn leaves are
blowing in the wind…

I say a little prayer for you
and then
something stupid,
like
I love you
and
- don’t stop me now -
I fall
asleep.

(*) A text for a poetry challenge in www.legendfire.com, using only song titles...
~~~~~
LIST of song titles (and a jazz theme) and artists:
Rhapsody in blue - Gershwin
Don’t stop me now - Queen
Baby, it’s cold outside - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Jordan
Tears in heaven - Eric Clapton
A foggy day - Fred Astaire
Emptiest arms in the world - Merle Haggard
I dreamed a dream - Les Misérables (movie soundtrack)
Beside an open fireplace - Rudy Vallée
The tunnel of love - Dire Straits
Lover man - Billie Holliday
Come softly to me - The Fleetwoods
The shape of my heart - Sting
Words of love - Buddy Holly
Let it be - The Beatles
Tangled up blue - Bob Dylan
Heart on the mend - Sylvia
One step closer - Sylvia
Ain’t no sunshine - Bill Withers
Love on the rocks - Neil Diamond
I’ll bring you a rainbow - Tony Bennett
Colors of the wind - Pocahontas (movie soundtrack)
Follow the yellow brick road - The wizard of Oz (movie soundtrack)
I’ll meet you halfway - David Cassidy
I’ll tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree - Tony Orlando & Dawn
Moon river - Audrey Hepburn
Imagine - John Lennon
Stairway to heaven - Led Zeppelin
Dance with me - Orleans
Cheek to cheek - Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
Lullaby of birdland - Ivorysong
If you go away - Shirley Bassey
When will my life begin - Tangled (movie soundtrack)
Castles are made of sand - Jimi Hendrix
I can see clearly now - Nash
Raindrops keep falling in my head - B.J.Thomas
Autumn leaves - Nat King Cole
Blowing in the wind - Bob Dylan
I say a little prayer for you - Aretha Franklin
Something stupid - Frank Sinatra
Asleep - The Smiths (The perks of being a wallflower - movie soundtrack)

705 · Dec 2015

brouillée

chimaera Dec 2015

brouillée

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

701 · Dec 2014

the you-est you*

chimaera Dec 2014

the you-est you*

Okay, you try it,
to bring a superlative
upon a regular you

and

using a minimal
amount of
foreign words!

Let me show you
how hard it gets,
with a light exercise!

Here we go:

stitch
in red
a ribbon
hearted like

paint
an island
around it

get inside the draw

play with the pebbles

built a castle
and pretend
you're a troubadour

no one will know

*"Let's Do A Line!" (Frank Ruland's Challenge)

28.12.2104
~~~

1) FD
2) Identity Infinitely Magnified
3) "the you-est you"
4) I really liked the word formation; plus, the subject of identity is presented in a mind stirring way.

Find the poet here: http://hellopoetry.com/fd/

#ilovedoinglines

696 · Jan 2015

early morning in a forest

chimaera Jan 2015

early morning in a forest

Charcoal trees
crowned in
greenish grey,
diluted in mist;

glitten dew, spilt
by sword shaped ferns,
bruising in yellow
the bushy scented moss;

likens' frozen tracery,
gothic earthly waves,
bursting gloomy barks
into shades of red and sand;

in a friable sunbeam,
a swirl of a honey bee.

1.1.2015
This was inspired by an article on tetrachromacy... but it is not as chromatic as I would like it to be.

[http://www.iflscience.com/brain/tetrachromacy-allows-artist-see-100-million-colors]

696 · May 2014

Lazarus syndrome

chimaera May 2014

Lazarus syndrome

[personal definition based upon a study case of one]
1. Self-commitment to silence one’s heart; often described as ‘experiencing life holding your breath’ or ‘seeing the world as if you were on a river bottom’; main symptomes: being able to interact but refusing proximity .
2. Condition found after one’s sudden awaken from a long period of self inflicted cataleptic narcosis, by a singular human touch, and subsequently being unexpectedly left in the wide; main symptomes: non-stop spinning and sprinting in all directions; aphasia and forgetfulness of words; general deeply cultivated indifference beneath high level of external activity in order to endure the understanding of everything as delusional; slow return into narcotic catalepsis, mainly through smothering the heart beat.
Notes
1. Predisposition for the syndrome: perception of a flaw disabling wholeness; intrinsic tendance to flee from others when reality does not match one’s pre-vision; obsessive phobia of halves of nothing.
2. Treatment: unknown; progress shown under some conditions did not linger.
3. Survival rate: not appliable.

January, 2014

693 · May 2016

tightrope

chimaera May 2016

tightrope

one step one day

love's ecstasy,
a roadkill
losing itself
in the rearview,
in a zombified sway

one day one step

stuttered thrive,
now you will,
now you won't,
oh but the horizon
is a watercolour
and you hold a rainbow
on a string

one step one day

one night
all the way,
you know it,
its lava bubbling,
hollowed in black

one day one step

nothing lays ahead
and it doesn't matter,
your mumbling
was meant to be,
childish like,
learning to walk
failing the fall

one step one day

30.05.2016

692 · Oct 2015

Ballade villageoise

chimaera Oct 2015

Ballade villageoise

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

691 · Sep 2014

Christening gifts

chimaera Sep 2014

Christening gifts

[for Gautham kandula's challenge]*

Sweet child, new born baby!

Feel this love I wrap you in!
All your life long
you'll look for it,
this filled silence
where you are, entirely.

Feel the day light,
take a first breath of the earthly scent!
Through your life,
you'll forget you're alive
and be fed on dreams of immortality.

Listen to my lullaby,
learn this tale of love and loss!
You'll be the hero in my story
as you'll live up to yourself,
both of us accomplishing
our mortal destiny.

Hush, hush, sweet child...
Do cry, when you have to.
I tell you:
you'll also know laugh!

Prompt: birthday; this text was firstly inspired by the magic gifts on Perrault's 'Sleeping Beauty'...!

685 · Feb 2016

quietness

chimaera Feb 2016

quietness

i lit a cigarette
in the cold night

in the window glass
a light burns to
the pace of a lighthouse

i think of you and
drift in a flickering sky

01.02.2016

684 · Feb 2017

a splash of orange

chimaera Feb 2017

a splash of orange

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

684 · Jun 2014

Above

chimaera Jun 2014

Above

I wish
I could fly
high

above
myself
above
the wordly littleness

and see
my heart has
but a regular human size

and the gold inside
glimmers as much
the same

and all vanity
and presumption
forgetful time
will equally
devour.

678 · Feb 2016

touchable

chimaera Feb 2016

touchable

smothered.
the word(s).

a hissed
centipede,
the millepede
of lowering fear.

a smoothed
inner cracking.

this crater
of smoky numbness.

*(why can't i tell
you
my love?)

24.02.2016
Words as a playground.

677 · Nov 2014

Drifter

chimaera Nov 2014

Drifter

castaway i foster my horizon
in shaded bows of silenced colours
castaway i foster my horizon

a shattered moon dilutes its glow
stills the humming river, its restless flow
in shaded bows of silenced colours

suspended willows wave a melancholy
in a lullaby for the unborn me
stills the humming river, its restless flow

dark hills and far echoes of loss and shall
faded memories in paused negative
in a lullaby for the unborn me

hirsute halt of uneasiness in being
almshouse but serving you not your wish
faded memories in paused negative

shattered humming of drifting glow
castaway i foster my horizon,
almshouse but serving you not your wish
castaway i foster my horizon

16.11.14

Terzanelle, a poetic form described in www.shadowpoetry.com